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"
The
Griever
Hole
,
"
Thomas
added
.
All
three
of
them
looked
at
him
,
annoyed
,
as
if
he
had
no
right
to
speak
.
But
for
the
first
time
,
being
treated
like
the
Greenie
did
n't
bother
him
that
much
.
"
Got
ta
bloody
see
that
for
myself
,
"
Newt
said
Then
murmured
,
"
Hard
to
believe
.
"
Thomas
could
n't
have
agreed
more
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
we
can
do
,
"
Minho
said
.
"
Maybe
we
could
build
something
to
block
off
that
corridor
.
"
"
No
way
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
Shuck
things
can
climb
the
bloody
walls
,
remember
?
Nothing
we
could
build
would
keep
them
out
.
"
But
a
commotion
outside
the
Homestead
shifted
their
attention
away
from
the
conversation
.
A
group
of
Gladers
stood
at
the
front
door
of
the
house
,
shouting
to
be
heard
over
each
other
.
Chuck
was
in
the
group
,
and
when
he
saw
Thomas
and
the
others
he
ran
over
,
a
look
of
excitement
spread
across
his
face
.
Thomas
could
only
wonder
what
crazy
thing
had
happened
now
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
Newt
asked
.
"
She
's
awake
!
"
Chuck
yelled
.
"
The
girl
's
awake
!
"
Thomas
's
insides
twisted
;
he
leaned
against
the
concrete
wall
of
the
Map
Room
.
The
girl
.
The
girl
who
spoke
in
his
head
.
He
wanted
to
run
before
it
happened
again
,
before
she
spoke
to
him
in
his
mind
.
But
it
was
too
late
.
