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Do
n't
be
stupid
,
Tom
.
I
think
someone
altered
our
brains
,
put
something
in
there
so
we
could
do
this
telepathy
thing
.
Before
we
came
here
.
Which
makes
me
think
we
already
knew
each
other
.
It
was
something
he
'd
wondered
about
,
and
he
thought
she
was
probably
right
.
Hoped
it
,
anyway
--
he
was
really
starting
to
like
her
.
Brains
altered
?
he
asked
.
How
?
I
do
n't
know
--
some
memory
I
ca
n't
quite
grasp
.
I
think
we
did
something
big
.
Thomas
thought
about
how
he
'd
always
felt
a
connection
to
her
,
ever
since
she
arrived
in
the
Glade
.
He
wanted
to
dig
a
little
more
and
see
what
she
said
.
What
are
you
talking
about
?
Wish
I
knew
.
I
'm
just
trying
to
bounce
ideas
off
you
to
see
if
it
sparks
anything
in
your
mind
.
Thomas
thought
about
what
Gally
,
Ben
and
Alby
had
said
about
him
--
their
suspicions
that
he
was
against
them
somehow
,
was
someone
not
to
trust
.
He
thought
about
what
Teresa
had
said
to
him
,
too
,
the
very
first
time
--
that
he
and
she
had
somehow
done
all
of
this
to
them
.
This
code
has
to
mean
something
,
she
added
.
And
the
thing
I
wrote
on
my
arm
--
WICKED
is
good
.
Maybe
it
wo
n't
matter
,
he
answered
.
Maybe
we
'll
find
an
exit
.
You
never
know
.
Thomas
squeezed
his
eyes
shut
for
a
few
seconds
as
he
ran
,
trying
to
concentrate
.
A
pocket
of
air
seemed
to
float
in
his
chest
every
time
they
spoke
,
a
swelling
that
half
annoyed
and
half
thrilled
him
.
His
eyes
popped
back
open
when
he
realized
she
could
maybe
read
his
thoughts
even
when
he
was
n't
trying
to
communicate
.
He
waited
for
a
response
,
but
none
came
.
You
still
there
?
he
asked
.
