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Thomas
's
heart
beat
faster
.
"
I
've
seen
that
word
--
wicked
.
"
He
searched
his
mind
for
what
the
phrase
could
possibly
mean
.
"
On
the
little
creatures
that
live
here
.
The
beetle
blades
.
"
"
What
are
those
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Just
little
lizardlike
machines
that
spy
on
us
for
the
Creators
--
the
people
who
sent
us
here
.
"
Teresa
considered
that
for
a
moment
,
looking
off
into
space
.
Then
she
focused
on
her
arm
.
"
I
ca
n't
remember
why
I
wrote
this
,
"
she
said
as
she
wet
her
thumb
and
started
rubbing
off
the
words
.
"
But
do
n't
let
me
forget
--
it
has
to
mean
something
.
"
The
three
words
ran
through
Thomas
's
mind
over
and
over
.
"
When
did
you
write
it
?
"
"
When
I
woke
up
.
They
had
a
pen
and
notepad
next
to
the
bed
.
In
the
commotion
I
wrote
it
down
.
"
Thomas
was
baffled
by
this
girl
--
first
the
connection
he
'd
felt
to
her
from
the
very
beginning
,
then
the
mind-speaking
,
now
this
.
"
Everything
about
you
is
weird
.
You
know
that
,
right
?
"
"
Judging
by
your
little
hiding
spot
,
I
'd
say
you
're
not
so
normal
yourself
.
Like
living
in
the
woods
,
do
ya
?
"
Thomas
tried
to
scowl
,
then
smiled
.
He
felt
pathetic
,
and
embarrassed
about
hiding
.
"
Well
,
you
look
familiar
to
me
and
you
claim
we
're
friends
.
Guess
I
'll
trust
you
.
He
held
out
his
hand
for
another
shake
,
and
she
took
it
,
holding
on
for
a
long
time
.
A
chill
swept
through
Thomas
that
was
surprisingly
pleasant
.
