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Chapter 11

           Somewherecloseby,adogbarked,makingThomashopeFrypandidn’tbringnewmeaningtothewordhotdog.Hotdog,hethought.When’sthelasttimeIhadahotdog?WhodidIeatitwith?

           "Tommy,areyouevenlisteningtome?"

           ThomassnappedoutofhisdazeandfocusedonNewt,who’dbeentalkingforwhoknewhowlong;Thomashadn’theardawordofit."Yeah,sorry.Couldn’tsleeplastnight."

           Newtattemptedapatheticsmile."Can’tblameyathere.Wentthroughthebuggin’ringer,youdid.ProbablythinkI’maslintheadshankforgettin’youreadytoworkyourbuttofftodayafteranepisodethelikesofthat."

           Thomasshrugged."Work’sprobablythebestthingIcoulddo.Anythingtogetmymindoffit."

           Newtnodded,andhissmilebecamemoregenuine."You’reassmartasyoulook,Tommy.That’soneofthereasonswerunthisplaceallniceandbusylike.Yougetlazy,yougetsad.Startgivin’up.Plainandsimple."

           Thomasnodded,absentlykickingalooserockacrossthedusty,crackedstoneflooroftheGlade."Sowhat’sthelatestonthatgirlfromyesterday?"Ifanythinghadpenetratedthehazeofhislongmorning,ithadbeenthoughtsofher.Hewantedtoknowmoreabouther,understandtheoddconnectionhefelttoher.

           "Stillinacoma,sleepin’.Med-jacksarespoon-feedingherwhateversoupsFrypancancookup,checkinghervitalsandsuch.Sheseemsokay,justdeadtotheworldfornow."

           "Thatwasjustplainweird."

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