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Chapter 16

           Forsomereasonthegirlhadpoppedintohisheadagain,outoftheblue,andthenthoughtsofBen,andthedeadGriever,whichshouldhavebeenagoodthingbuteveryoneactedasifitwereanythingbut.

           Hisnewlifeprettymuchsucked.

           Hedrewadeep,longbreath.Justwork,hethought.Andhedid.

           Bythetimemidafternoonarrived,Thomaswasreadytocollapsefromexhaustionallthatbendingoverandcrawlingaroundonyourkneesinthedirtwasthepits.BloodHouse,Gardens.Twostrikes.

           Runner,hethoughtashewentonbreak.JustletmebeaRunner.Onceagainhethoughtabouthowabsurditwasthathewanteditsobadly.Buteventhoughhedidn’tunderstandit,orwhereitcamefrom,thedesirewasundeniable.Justasstrongwerethoughtsofthegirl,buthepushedthemasideasmuchaspossible.

           Tiredandsore,heheadedtotheKitchenforasnackandsomewater.Hecould’veeatenafull-blownmealdespitehavinghadlunchjusttwohoursearlier.Evenpigwasstartingtosoundgoodagain.

           Hebitintoanapple,thenploppedonthegroundbesideChuck.Newtwasthere,too,butsatalone,ignoringeverybody.Hiseyeswerebloodshot,hisforeheadcreasedwithheavylines.ThomaswatchedasNewtchewedhisfingernails,somethinghehadn’tseentheolderboydobefore.

           ChucknoticedandaskedthequestionthatwasonThomas’smind."What’swrongwithhim?"theboywhispered."LookslikeyoudidwhenyoupoppedoutoftheBox."

           "Idon’tknow,"Thomasreplied."Whydon’tyougoaskhim."

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