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Chapter 32

           "Youmean,youcanmakerequests?Suppliesyouwant?"Whywouldthepeoplewho’dsentthemtherehelpsomuch?

           "Ofcoursewecan.JustdropanoteintheBox,andthereshegoes.Doesn’tmeanwealwaysgetwhatwewantfromtheCreators.Sometimeswedo,sometimeswedon’t."

           "Everaskedforamap?"

           Minholaughed."Yeah,triedthatone.AskedforaTV,too,butnoluck.Iguessthoseshuck-facesdon’twantusseeinghowwonderfullifeiswhenyoudon’tliveinafreakingmaze."

           Thomasfeltatrickleofdoubtthatlifewassogreatbackhomewhatkindofworldallowedpeopletomakekidslivelikethis?Thethoughtsurprisedhim,asifitssourcehadbeenfoundedinactualmemory,awispoflightinthedarknessofhismind.Butitwasalreadygone.Shakinghishead,hefinishedlacinguphisshoes,thenstoodupandjoggedaroundincircles,jumpingupanddowntotestthemout."Theyfeelprettygood.IguessI’mready."

           Minhowasstillcrouchedoverhisbackpackontheground;heglancedupatThomaswithalookofdisgust."Youlooklikeanidiot,prancin’aroundlikeashuckballerina.Goodluckouttherewithnobreakfast,nopackedlunch,noweapons."

           Thomashadalreadystoppedmoving,feltanicychill."Weapons?"

           "Weapons."Minhostoodandwalkedbacktothecloset."Comehere,I’llshowya."

           ThomasfollowedMinhointothesmallroomandwatchedashepulledafewboxesawayfromthebackwall.Underneathlayasmalltrapdoor.Minholiftedittorevealasetofwoodenstairsleadingintoblackness.

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