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Chapter 11

           Ifithadn’tbeenforthewholeBen-in-the-graveyardincident,Thomaswassureshewould’vebeenallhe’dthoughtaboutlastnight.Maybehewouldn’thavebeenabletosleepforanentirelydifferentreason.Hewantedtoknowwhoshewasandifhereallydidknowhersomehow.

           "Yeah,"Newtsaid."Weird’sasgoodawordasany,I’spect."

           ThomaslookedoverNewt’sshoulderatthebigfaded-redbarn,pushingthoughtsofthegirlaside."Sowhat’sfirst?Milkcowsorslaughtersomepoorlittlepigs?"

           Newtlaughed,asoundThomasrealizedhehadn’theardmuchsincehe’darrived."WealwaysmaketheNewbiesstartwiththebloodySlicers.Don’tworry,cuttin’upFrypan’svictualsain’tbutapart.Slicersdoanythingandeverythingdealin’withthebeasties."

           "ToobadIcan’tremembermywholelife.MaybeIlovekillinganimals."Hewasjustjoking,butNewtdidn’tseemtogetit.

           Newtnoddedtowardthebarn."Oh,you’llknowgoodandwellbythetimesunsetstonight.Let’sgomeetWinstonhe’stheKeeper."

           Winstonwasanacne-coveredkid,shortbutmuscular,anditseemedtoThomastheKeeperlikedhisjobwaytoomuch.Maybehewassenthereforbeingaserialkiller,hethought.

           WinstonshowedThomasaroundforthefirsthour,pointingoutwhichpensheldwhichanimals,wherethechickenandturkeycoopswere,whatwentwhereinthebarn.Thedog,apeskyblackLabnamedBark,tookquicklytoThomas,hangingathisfeettheentiretour.

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