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For the most part, Karla doesn't bother to keep track of what day of the week it is anymore. Doesn't seem to be much point, with what little difference there is between one day and the next (aside from holidays, which she figures she'll find out about by any plans that are being made for them in the Wasteland). Mostly, she just keeps track of what month it is.
She couldn't tell you what day she arrived in Chicago. But she knows it was August, and it's almost September now.
Which means that she's been here for a year, or will have been very soon.
A fucking year.
And today, she's sitting on the curb outside the Wasteland, not looking like she's going anywhere anytime soon.
She couldn't tell you what day she arrived in Chicago. But she knows it was August, and it's almost September now.
Which means that she's been here for a year, or will have been very soon.
A fucking year.
And today, she's sitting on the curb outside the Wasteland, not looking like she's going anywhere anytime soon.