Part one Chapter eight

I walked through the prole town. And before getting very far I was warned by a prole that a rocket was coming so I flung myself down. Then I ventured inside of a pub, as they call it. There was an argument about the lottery, but as I and most party members know, the large sums of money are paid to non-existing persons. I asked an old man, if life was better before, but he honestly did not understand the question and could not give me an answer. I went into a small store where I previously purchased the diary and this time I bought a piece of coral in a glass. I bought it because it seemed from a different age then now. While walking home I passed the dark haired girl and there is no question she is a spy.