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1745
?
Eat
dinner
.
1830
?
Attend
platoon
meeting
.
1900
?
Go
to
Yonabaru
’
s
party
.
2000
?
Check
Jacket
.
2200
?
Go
to
bed
.
0112
?
Help
Yonabaru
into
his
bunk
.
This
was
more
or
less
how
I
spent
my
day
.
Outside
of
training
,
everything
had
become
routine
.
I
’
d
snuck
past
those
sentries
so
many
times
I
could
do
it
with
my
eyes
closed
.
I
was
starting
to
worry
that
I
’
d
become
a
master
thief
before
I
made
it
as
a
professional
soldier
.
Not
that
the
ability
to
steal
anything
in
a
world
that
resets
itself
at
the
end
of
every
other
day
would
do
much
good
.
The
daily
grind
didn
’
t
change
much
from
one
pass
through
the
loop
to
the
next
.
If
I
strayed
really
far
from
the
routine
,
I
could
force
something
different
to
happen
,
but
if
I
didn
’
t
do
anything
it
would
play
out
the
same
as
always
.
It
was
like
everyone
kept
reading
from
the
same
script
they
’
d
been
given
the
day
before
and
ad
-
libbing
was
frowned
upon
.
It
was
1136
and
I
was
eating
lunch
in
Cafeteria
No
.
2
.
The
lunch
lady
served
me
the
same
amount
of
onion
soup
at
the
same
time
in
the
same
bowl
.
I
moved
my
arm
to
avoid
the
same
splash
as
it
traced
the
same
arc
through
the
air
.
Dodging
calls
from
friends
throughout
the
cafeteria
,
I
sat
in
the
same
seat
.
