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Yeah
,
but
this
always
gives
me
a
headache
.
Thomas
was
relieved
to
hear
he
was
n't
the
only
one
.
My
head
hurts
,
too
.
Okay
,
she
said
.
See
you
later
.
No
,
wait
!
He
did
n't
want
her
to
leave
;
she
was
helping
the
time
pass
.
Making
the
running
easier
somehow
.
Bye
,
Tom
.
I
'll
let
you
know
if
we
figure
anything
out
.
Teresa
--
what
about
the
thing
you
wrote
on
your
arm
?
Several
seconds
passed
.
No
reply
.
Teresa
?
She
was
gone
.
Thomas
felt
as
if
that
bubble
of
air
in
his
chest
had
burst
,
releasing
toxins
into
his
body
.
His
stomach
hurt
,
and
the
thought
of
running
the
rest
of
the
day
suddenly
depressed
him
.
In
some
ways
,
he
wanted
to
tell
Minho
about
how
he
and
Teresa
could
talk
,
to
share
what
was
happening
before
it
made
his
brain
explode
.
But
he
did
n't
dare
.
Throwing
telepathy
into
the
whole
situation
did
n't
seem
like
the
grandest
of
ideas
.
Everything
was
weird
enough
already
.
