1947, George Orwell crumples up another sheet of paper and throws it across the room at the bin, and mutters to himself: "Ministry of health, what was I thinking, what a stupid idea, I mean really..."
1947, George Orwell crumples up another sheet of paper and throws it across the room at the bin, and mutters to himself: "Ministry of health, what was I thinking, what a stupid idea, I mean really..."
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