It Will All End In Tears

He rolled up the completed bundle of work and slid it into the pneumatic tube. Eight minutes had gone by. He readjusted his spectacles on his nose, sighed, and drew the next batch of work toward him, with the scrap of paper on the top of it. He flattened it out. On it was written, in a large unformed handwriting:

I love you.

…he could not resist reading it once again, just to make sure that the words were really there.

1984 - George Orwell.

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