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a thing of the past. But is it really possible to get away if this city is a prison? For a second this thought made me feel utterly terrified but then I thought that the Corporation would take care of me (they must do!) - I am here because of them. My inner voice shouted that not everything is so simple but I had no other option than to trust Dreams Ltd. Constant contradictions could drive even the sanest person mad and my nervousness was already adding to the situation.
     
    Eventually I got tired of going round the room and looked at the clock -10pm. I wondered if Jenny was already asleep. It’s not too late, is it? If she works early shifts then she is probably already in bed. I decided not to waste any more time thinking and see for myself. Before leaving my apartment I took another jar of jam out of the fridge in order to try and “strengthen” our friendship. What was her room number? Was it three hundred and twelve? Or was it three hundred and thirteen? No, “thirteen” wouldn’t slip out of my mind, so it was twelve then.
     
    As I was about to knock on her door I stood there trying to hear if there was any noise inside. All I could hear was a quiet rattling sound as if someone was washing dishes but no voices, so I knocked.
     
    The door opened almost immediately. At first Jenny looked at me with a surprise - she was holding a damp cloth and her hair was sweaty; she waved towards the kitchen inviting me in.
     
    “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you. Come in. I decided to clean the kitchen a bit; it really needed it. I finally forced myself to do it today…”
     
    I stepped inside my neighbour’s apartment. A quick glance at the mess revealed that the kitchen needed some tiding up a couple of centuries ago but its owner probably had more important things to do: piles of dirty dishes were soaking in the sink covered in bubbles; the foam was everywhere - on the floor, all over the cupboard doors, on the stove and on the kitchen table. A holey doormat was keeping dirty puddles of water together on the floor; a dust pan and broom were lying next to it. The broom looked like it had survived a war with only a few straws left.
     
    “Do you want to borrow mine?” I asked pointing at the short ugly brush.
     
    “No, thanks. I am done sweeping for now.”
     
    “OK. If you are busy I can pop in tomorrow?”
     
    “It’s alright, the chores can wait. It’s good that you came - I was so bored.”
     
    She threw the cloth in the corner where it landed with a disgusting slurping sound.
     
    I smirked and thought to myself that the cleaning will probably have to wait for another couple of centuries.
     
    “I brought you some more jam. I didn’t really like it myself, you know...” of course that was a lie as my mouth was watering looking at the jar. “And you like sweets.” I added.
     
    “Oh! Thank you very much for that! I’ve already finished the other one... it was so yummy...”
     
    Suddenly Jenny went all red and looked at her plump legs as though she was ashamed of their appearance.
     
    “Take it!” I handed her the jar. “You can always start your diet when you do some more cleaning tomorrow”
     
    “That’s right!” A smile instantly appeared on her face and I reluctantly thought that when Jenny smiles she looks quite cute despite her podginess and dirty clothes. Little dimples appeared on her chubby cheeks and happy eyes transformed her face. Not the most beautiful woman on the planet but still...
     
    “You can sit in the armchair or wherever you want. I’ll wash my face and put the kettle on. There are some biscuits somewhere in the cupboard.”
     
    “Ok.”
     
    While Jenny was in the bathroom I looked around. The furnishing of this room was very similar to mine: the same chairs, black TV on the wall, the same wardrobe. Only the curtains and sofa colour was slightly different and the kitchen layout wasn’t like mine: at my apartment it was located at the end of the room and here it