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The raids on the People’s Linen Closet were tolerable, and Yamin didn’t mind his censoring the cat–it’s only when Benny starts wearing fatigues that the threat of an apartment dictatorship becomes serious.

“We need to talk,” says Yamin.

Benny smiles. “The Humble Minister enjoys conversation with his fellow citizens!”

“First, why does People’s Rent Scheme mean I pay–”

“How dare you question the People’s will!” Benny shouts. “Go to your black site!”

Yamin gives up and shuffles away. His cell phone rings. “Hello,” he sighs.

“Listen,” whispers Benny, “roommate unrest is growing here, can I trade the cat for arms?”