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Chapter 2

           Atallkidwithblondhairandasquarejawsniffedathim,hisfacedevoidofexpression.Ashort,pudgyboyfidgetedbackandforthonhisfeet,lookingupatThomaswithwideeyes.Athick,heavilymuscledAsiankidfoldedhisarmsashestudiedThomas,histightshirtsleevesrolleduptoshowoffhisbiceps.Adark-skinnedboyfrownedthesameonewho’dwelcomedhim.Countlessothersstared.

           "WhereamI?"Thomasasked,surprisedathearinghisvoiceforthefirsttimeinhissalvageablememory.Itdidn’tsoundquiterighthigherthanhewould’veimagined.

           "Nowheregood."Thiscamefromthedark-skinnedboy."Justslimyourselfniceandcalm."

           "WhichKeeperhegonnaget?"someoneshoutedfromthebackofthecrowd.

           "Itoldya,shuck-face,"ashrillvoiceresponded."He’saklunk,sohe’llbeaSloppernodoubtaboutit."Thekidgiggledlikehe’djustsaidthefunniestthinginhistory.

           Thomasonceagainfeltapressingacheofconfusionhearingsomanywordsandphrasesthatdidn’tmakesense.Shank.Shuck.Keeper.Slopper.Theypoppedoutoftheboys’mouthssonaturallyitseemedoddforhimnottounderstand.Itwasasifhismemorylosshadstolenachunkofhislanguageitwasdisorienting.

           Differentemotionsbattledfordominanceinhismindandheart.Confusion.Curiosity.Panic.Fear.Butlacedthroughitallwasthedarkfeelingofutterhopelessness,liketheworldhadendedforhim,hadbeenwipedfromhismemoryandreplacedwithsomethingawful.Hewantedtorunandhidefromthesepeople.

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