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"Do you think George Orwell thought when writing 1984 that one day a seventeen year old girl would read it and later leave the cult she was raised in?" I asked Jacob.
    "Of course not."
    "Exactly!" I exclaimed, realizing I was raising my voice too high as I got excited.
    "So why don't you write the book, then?" Jacob challenged me.
    I feel under confident. I feel that my life experiences and musings and thoughts on everything will only be underwhelming.
    We talked a lot more throughout the night, the four of us, stumbling upon many emotional moments. "I'm just drunk, that's why I'm crying." Jacob explained, but we knew that wasn't the case. "We burned, we melted the skin off of women and children. We. I have to say we because I am an American and I still pay my taxes even though I don't want to. We dropped a bomb to see how our new toy worked and melted the skin off of women and babies. And we did it twice. People think I am irrational that I care when this happened before I was born and I think people will never wake up if they can't care that this happened at all."
    I knew then that if Jacob wasn't going to write this down that I had to. Who knows, maybe one day a seventeen year old born decades after my death will read it and later leave the cult they were raised in. Or maybe even just one person will suddenly care that the skin was melted off of babies, or maybe I'll be called a lunatic. I've heard worse.

-AJ