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Chapter 3

           Chuckshrugged,thenlookedaway,eyesrolling.

           Thomassighedinfrustrationandleanedbackagainstthetree."LookslikeyoubarelyknowmorethanIdo,"hesaid,butheknewitwasn’ttrue.Hismemorylosswasstrange.Hemostlyrememberedtheworkingsoftheworldbutemptiedofspecifics,faces,names.Likeabookcompletelyintactbutmissingonewordineverydozen,makingitamiserableandconfusingread.Hedidn’tevenknowhisage.

           "Chuck,how...olddoyouthinkIam?"

           Theboyscannedhimupanddown."I’dsayyou’resixteen.Andincaseyouwerewondering,fivefootnine...brownhair.Oh,anduglyasfriedliveronastick."Hesnortedalaugh.

           Thomaswassostunnedhe’dbarelyheardthelastpart.Sixteen?Hewassixteen?Hefeltmucholderthanthat.

           "Areyouserious?"Hepaused,searchingforwords."How..."Hedidn’tevenknowwhattoask.

           "Don’tworry.You’llbeallwhackedforafewdays,butthenyou’llgetusedtothisplace.Ihave.Welivehere,thisisit.Betterthanlivinginapileofklunk."Hesquinted,maybeanticipatingThomas’squestion."Klunk’sanotherwordforpoo.Poomakesaklunksoundwhenitfallsinourpeepots."

           ThomaslookedatChuck,unabletobelievehewashavingthisconversation."That’snice"wasallhecouldmanage.HestoodupandwalkedpastChucktowardtheoldbuilding;shackwasabetterwordfortheplace.

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