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Chapter 13

           "Idon’tknowanything,Alby."Itfeltgoodtoputsomeheatintohiswords."Idon’tevenknowwhereIwasthreedaysago,muchlesswhythisMinhoguywouldfindadeadthingcalledaGriever.Sobackoff!"

           Albyleanedbackslightly,staredabsentlyatThomasforseveralseconds.Thenhesaid,"Slimit,Greenie.Growupandstartthinkin’.Ain’tgotnothin’todowithaccusingnobodyofnothin’.Butifyourememberanything,ifsomethingevenseemsfamiliar,youbetterstarttalking.Promiseme."

           NotuntilIhaveasolidmemory,Thomasthought.NotunlessIwanttoshare."Yeah,Iguess,but"

           "Justpromise!"

           Thomaspaused,sickofAlbyandhisattitude."Whatever,"hefinallysaid."Ipromise."

           AtthatAlbyturnedandwalkedaway,notsayinganotherword.

           ThomasfoundatreeintheDeadheads,oneoftheniceronesontheedgeoftheforestwithplentyofshade.HedreadedgoingbacktoworkwithWinstontheButcherandknewheneededtoeatlunch,buthedidn’twanttobenearanybodyforaslongashecouldgetawaywithit.Leaningbackagainstthethicktrunk,hewishedforabreezebutdidn’tgetone.

           He’djustfelthiseyelidsdroopwhenChuckruinedhispeaceandquiet.

           "Thomas!Thomas!"theboyshriekedasherantowardhim,pumpinghisarms,hisfacelitupwithexcitement.

           Thomasrubbedhiseyesandgroaned;hewantednothingintheworldmorethanahalf-hournap.Itwasn’tuntilChuckstoppedrightinfrontofhim,pantingtocatchhisbreath,thathefinallylookedup.

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