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Chapter 1: The Heart and the Serpent

"Enough!," said Montag. He couldn't stand people judging them like this. Clarisse was a beautiful young lady with a heart shaped box in her chest, eyes as soft as pillows, and a touch as light as a feather. Yes, she may be outlandish as a person, but Montag refused to sit around idle and see people, how do you say it? Bully. Bully her like this. His burning passion for her, and endless fire, eternal flame, the feeling, the passion (way more than in the bedroom that is), her magic had him hypnotized, and his daze kept him awake and unafraid of consequence. He would speak out against the treachery, even if it seemed almost preposterous why, he loved this girl. Montag's thoughts gathered back together. "Where I come from," he continued "We get no peace, no freedom. I know that it's changed, but it still ought to feel the same doesn't it? The greed of the people, the diminished freedoms of these people." It was true. All he said was fact. The people deserve more. His wife, Mildred, had died several years back. The old clod has been past her prime for years, and had been spent on more than she deserved. Since then, he had been standing up to government, even starting riots, so far he had made a change. He fell deeply in love with his lover, Clarisse, and wanted her as his wife. He'd even bought a ring a few months ago. He wasn't quite sure when he'd propose, but he was sure he'd marry that woman and keep her safe. If he could do that he'd be the luckiest man alive.

Montag left the riot to brew and boil over, that's when he'd know he'd have to be back to cool things down, as he always did. Soon enough he could hear the sweet melody of Clarisse's voice coming from behind him. "Oh, darling," said Clarisse "I wish my uncle was here to see this. He would have loved what you're doing." Clarisse embraced him in a long tender kiss, he'd been waiting for this all day.