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Thursday, February 25, 2309

25th Feb 2309

my wife mildred suddenly doesn't seems to be my wife anymore
i feel so distant from here. she was like a stranger.
there's just something between us.. a wall... a very thick wall.
three parlor walls as a matter of fact
whenever i step into the room, it feels empty, probably because she is like a dead person.
a robot... doing everything by routine and never having any thoughts of her own.

she can't even remember when we first met.. how we did and where it was.
does she loves me? 
no no no.. i shouldn't be doubting it but
awww i cant help. 

is millie human? is clarisse really dead? if so, how? and why mildred couldn't care less?
so many thoughts, questions. no answers....

the old woman is still on my mind.. there must be something about those books that could make her die with it..
what is it? i want to find out..
why did i choose to be a fireman? 

and i really didn't want to go to work
but beatty just pops in,
distorting me about the meaning of being happy.
he told me to take the night off if i wanted to... as if he knew i wanted to do it
and while he was talking, millie chose that perfect time to clean the room..damn
she slippped her hand under my pillow and she felt it. The ****.
luckily she did not say anything and went out of the room...
beatty went on talking. He says the way of making everything simple and easy, the only way to solve all problems is to BURN.
"Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean"
He says Clarisse is better off dead. She is unhappy in the first place..
its good for people like her to be dead... is it true?
He also said firemen are like me are the people who bring happiness
people depend on us...

"A natural error. Curiosity alone." 
is this the reason why i took the book?
i got to return the book anyway...or else they would do it for me.
beatty left already but the question is "should i go back to the firehouse?"
no..i'll never go in again




arising
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Guy Montag
male
sweet 30
attached
loyal fireman for 10 years
love the world like the way it is
kerosene is my favourite perfume
172 cm tall 67 kg

WISHLIST

+ Burn more books
+ promoted to captain by 5 years
+ get a new parlor wall = mildred will stop bugging me
+ meet that special girl more often
+ remove all anti government

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