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The Handmaid's Day-Personal Narrative

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It was dark, and that worried Anton. He tried not to come outside during this time of night, (because that was when they came out) but this was the only time his contact would agree to meet with him. Looking across the horizon, Anton could see the sun going down. “Huh,” he says. “I can’t remember the last time I actually saw a sunset.” He kept walking, and eventually reached the outskirts of the city. I can’t remember what this place was called, he thought as he walked. A worn-down building answered his question; tattered letters on the side of the wall displayed the words NYPD.
At last, he found his contact. A skinny, slight man, Lester was as strange as anyone Anton had ever met. He spoke with a strange accent, and seemed unsure on his feet.

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