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Chapter 32

           It’skindofdepressing,butwedon’tknowwhatelsetodo.Can’ttakeachancethatoneday,inonespot,somewhere,anexitmightappear.Wecan’tgiveup.Ever."

           Thomasnodded,relievedattheattitude.Asbadasthingswere,givingupwouldonlymakethemworse.

           Minhopulledseveralsheetsfromthetrunk,theMapsfromthelastfewdays.Asheflippedthroughthem,heexplained,"Wecomparedaytoday,weektoweek,monthtomonth,justlikeIwassaying.EachRunnerisinchargeoftheMapforhisownSection.IfIgottabehonest,wehaven’tfiguredoutjackyet.Evenmorehonestwedon’tknowwhatwe’relookingfor.Reallysucks,dude.Reallyfreakingsucks."

           "Butwecan’tgiveup."Thomassaiditinamatter-of-facttone,asaresignedrepeatofwhatMinhohadsaidamomentearlier.He’dsaid"we"withouteventhinkingaboutit,andrealizedhewastrulypartoftheGladenow.

           "Righton,bro.Wecan’tgiveup."Minhocarefullyreturnedthepapersandclosedthetrunk,thenstood."Well,wegottabustitfastsincewetooktimeinhereyou’lljustbefollowingmearoundyourfirstfewdays.Ready?"

           Thomasfeltawireofnervousnesstighteninsidehim,pinchinghisgut.Itwasactuallyheretheyweregoingforrealnow,nomoretalkingandthinkingaboutit."Um...yeah."

           "No‘ums’aroundhere.Youreadyornot?"

           ThomaslookedatMinho,matchedhissuddenlyhardgaze."I’mready."

           "Thenlet’sgorunnin’."

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