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Chapter 61

           Toogoodtobetrue.Minhosaiditbestonenteringtheirnewworld:"I’vebeenshuckedandgonetoheaven."

           Thomasfoundithardtofeeljoy,asifhe’dbetrayChuckbydoingso.Buttherewassomethingthere.Something.

           Theirbus-drivingleaderlefttheGladersinthehandsofasmallstaffnineortenmenandwomendressedinpressedblackpantsandwhiteshirts,theirhairimmaculate,theirfacesandhandsclean.Theyweresmiling.

           Thecolors.Thebeds.Thestaff.Thomasfeltanimpossiblehappinesstryingtobreakthroughinsidehim.Anenormouspitlurkedinthemiddleofit,though.AdarkdepressionthatmightneverleavememoriesofChuckandhisbrutalmurder.Hissacrifice.Butdespitethat,despiteeverything,despiteallthewomanonthebushadtoldthemabouttheworldthey’dreentered,ThomasfeltsafefortheveryfirsttimesincecomingoutoftheBox.

           Bedswereassigned,clothesandbathroomthingswerepassedout,dinnerwasserved.Pizza.Real,bonafide,greasy-fingerspizza.Thomasdevouredeachbite,hungertrumpingeverythingelse,themoodofcontentmentandreliefaroundhimpalpable.MostoftheGladershadremainedquietthroughitall,perhapsworriedthatspeakingwouldmakeeverythingvanish.Buttherewereplentyofsmiles.Thomashadgottensousedtolooksofdespair,itwasalmostunsettlingtoseehappyfaces.Especiallywhenhewashavingsuchahardtimefeelingithimself.

           Soonaftereating,noonearguedwhentheyweretolditwastimeforbed.

           CertainlynotThomas.Hefeltasifhecouldsleepforamonth.

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