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Thomas
was
glad
to
have
it
.
Though
the
sun
and
the
shadows
had
seemed
plenty
to
let
him
know
roughly
what
time
it
was
up
to
that
point
,
being
a
Runner
probably
required
more
precision
.
He
buckled
the
watch
onto
his
wrist
and
then
returned
to
fitting
on
his
shoes
.
Minho
continued
talking
.
"
Here
's
a
backpack
,
water
bottles
,
lunch
pack
,
some
shorts
and
T-shirts
,
other
stuff
.
"
He
nudged
Thomas
,
who
looked
up
.
Minho
was
holding
out
a
couple
of
pairs
of
tightly
cut
underwear
,
made
from
a
shiny
white
material
.
"
These
bad
boys
're
what
we
call
Runnie-undies
.
Keeps
you
,
um
,
nice
and
comfy
.
"
"
Nice
and
comfy
?
"
"
Yeah
,
ya
know
.
Your
--
"
"
Yeah
,
got
it
.
"
Thomas
took
the
underwear
and
other
stuff
.
"
You
guys
really
have
this
all
thought
out
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Couple
of
years
runnin
'
your
butt
off
every
day
,
you
figure
out
what
you
need
and
ask
for
it
.
"
He
started
stuffing
things
into
his
own
backpack
.
Thomas
was
surprised
.
"
You
mean
,
you
can
make
requests
?
Supplies
you
want
?
"
Why
would
the
people
who
'd
sent
them
there
help
so
much
?
"
Of
course
we
can
.
Just
drop
a
note
in
the
Box
,
and
there
she
goes
.
Does
n't
mean
we
always
get
what
we
want
from
the
Creators
.
Sometimes
we
do
,
sometimes
we
do
n't
.
"
"
Ever
asked
for
a
map
?
"
