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Last night, I did a terrible thing. I let a married man kiss me- and in the nineteenth century as well. My mind did all the convincing, telling me it didn't really matter. Tell
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I look out at the garden and see my host with two other men. What are they discussing? Something my husband wouldn't care about, that's for sure. Do I love him? Last night, I d
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'I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am but... how the heck did you get here? Surely, security would stop you getting in,' he said. Oh, if there were guards patrolling time I wouldn't
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I was in the train for an hour. Once we left the station, everything changed. We entered a train that looked somewhat familiar. Hadn't we seen it on that documentary? It was at
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My mind buzzed into wakefullness. The maid walked along the corridor, her skirt swishing along the floor. Along the floor? Her skirt didn't come up to her knees, nor was she th
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I looked over at my husband's sleeping body. He was dressed in his T-shirt and boxers and was snoring. I couldn't help running the days argument through my head. He was a doer,by pozo 300 words, 9 comments, on Aug 7 9:18 AM 2004. In <200 lines
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I'm back in the prison, but tomorrow we're leaving. The guards have promised us that we'll be given a new chance, a clean slate. I couldn't believe what they told us- and still
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It has been a year since I married Catherine, one of peaceful nights asleep and peaceful days awake. Or so I thought. Tonight though, I cannot sleep.
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Today we arrived at the city, we are sleeping on an old street where I once walked. So much has changed- not all of it for the better, the theatre in which I once saw Shakespea
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When will life get better? When will I stop seeing images, no reality, of death everywhere? Today I met a woman, who I recognised to some extent. She was so upset, traveling do
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We are now traveling along the highway towards Washington, this is nothing compared to our usual suffering. We know, in our hearts, we have the message of a man- a Christian ma
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I am reunited with the group. Today, I awoke and saw something horrible. I saw a young man bleeding, it was like I was in prison again. He
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She called me a freak as she threw me out of her apartment. How could I have forgotten something so simple? I did not have the body of perfection, how could I remember the outs
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Sara met me at her flat today and we had a meal. It all seemed so right- so much like the past. We spoke, of course, about regular day-to-day things- it gave me a chance to mak
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She loves me. At least, I think she does- although perhaps this is just an infatuation? It has been so long since I met a single young woman, I'm finding it hard to tell the di
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We have now escaped the prison. I don't want to discuss how, but let me say this. It wasn't too difficult after the guards saw our dress. They thought we were them.
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This may be the last night in the jail. We are planning escape. I first I shall write and describe how this came about. Well, late at night, when we should have been asleep, th
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Why were there so many promises in the past? So much 'it'll never happen again'? I feel as though too much has happened, it seems like we're in the past. How long until we real
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I am in a new room, now officially a political prisoner. Why am I a political prisoner? What was political about offering condolences to a father? What made him a political pri
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To Miranda the world was always magical. From the moment she woke up to the morning she went to sleep there was something magical in the world. And she was the princess.
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I looked towards an old man. He was working, just as I was, stitching the shirts of the guards. Why did I look at him? I was so scared I'd get caught, and yet my eyes could not
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We went out today. We don't usually go out, especially on a day of rest and peace. People are killed in private, of course. But public hanging? Why were the government breaking
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My life, though not always politics, is simple. My first crime was at the age of sixteen. The government, I felt, wasn't representative of the various cultures. After all, I wa
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I started writing this diary in 2030. In fact, I don't know this, I only guess by counting my birthdays. I presume I am about 32. I was born in a completely different era to th
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