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A
few
minutes
passed
in
silence
.
Thomas
found
himself
hoping
Chuck
would
n't
leave
.
"
Hey
,
Thomas
?
"
Chuck
asked
.
"
Still
here
.
"
"
Do
you
think
I
have
parents
?
Real
parents
?
"
Thomas
laughed
,
mostly
to
push
away
the
sudden
surge
of
sadness
the
statement
caused
.
"
Of
course
you
do
,
shank
.
You
need
me
to
explain
the
birds
and
bees
?
"
Thomas
's
heart
hurt
--
he
could
remember
getting
that
lecture
but
not
who
'd
given
it
to
him
.
"
That
's
not
what
I
meant
,
"
Chuck
said
,
his
voice
completely
devoid
of
cheer
.
It
was
low
and
bleak
,
almost
a
mumble
.
"
Most
of
the
guys
who
've
gone
through
the
Changing
remember
terrible
things
they
wo
n't
even
talk
about
,
which
makes
me
doubt
I
have
anything
good
back
home
.
So
,
I
mean
,
you
think
it
's
really
possible
I
have
a
mom
and
a
dad
out
in
the
world
somewhere
,
missing
me
?
Do
you
think
they
cry
at
night
?
"
Thomas
was
completely
shocked
to
realize
his
eyes
had
filled
with
tears
.
Life
had
been
so
crazy
since
he
'd
arrived
,
he
'd
never
really
thought
of
the
Gladers
as
real
people
with
real
families
,
missing
them
.
It
was
strange
,
but
he
had
n't
even
really
thought
of
himself
that
way
.
Only
about
what
it
all
meant
,
who
'd
sent
them
there
,
how
they
'd
ever
get
out
.
For
the
first
time
,
he
felt
something
for
Chuck
that
made
him
so
angry
he
wanted
to
kill
somebody
.
The
boy
should
be
in
school
,
in
a
home
,
playing
with
neighborhood
kids
.
He
deserved
to
go
home
at
night
to
a
family
who
loved
him
,
worried
about
him
.
A
mom
who
made
him
take
a
shower
every
day
and
a
dad
who
helped
him
with
homework
.
Thomas
hated
the
people
who
'd
taken
this
poor
,
innocent
kid
from
his
family
.
He
hated
them
with
a
passion
he
did
n't
know
a
human
could
feel
.
He
wanted
them
dead
,
tortured
,
even
.
He
wanted
Chuck
to
be
happy
.
