Today, there was a routine contraband check, held in the Zaida warehouse, next to the CWU HQ. As luck would have it, I was lined up next to my friend acquaintance James. I had also hid a certain piece of contraband of mine prior to the inspection, and when we were released, it was right where I left it. I'm gonna need more tokens to cover the cost of the doors, though.

Earlier, the CWU opened a tea shop. Evie, a Civil Worker whom I had the pleasure of talking to during an earlier inspection, was at the counter. I was one of three citizens drinking tea, and none of us talked to each other. When I got up to leave, I heard another customer say that he did not have enough tokens to pay for his tea. I paid for him, then walked off without bothering to catch his name.

Joshua Steinberg

P.S. Stop spending tokens, rations woun't be for another four five days. Thanks, malcompliants.