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"
Sorry
--
if
I
'd
known
it
was
Gally
,
I
never
would
've
done
it
,
I
swear
.
"
Surprising
himself
,
Thomas
laughed
.
An
hour
ago
,
he
'd
thought
he
'd
never
hear
such
a
sound
come
out
of
his
mouth
again
.
Chuck
looked
closely
at
Thomas
and
slowly
broke
into
an
uneasy
grin
.
"
What
?
"
Thomas
shook
his
head
.
"
Do
n't
be
sorry
.
The
...
shank
deserved
it
,
and
I
do
n't
even
know
what
a
shank
is
.
That
was
awesome
.
"
He
felt
much
better
.
A
couple
of
hours
later
,
Thomas
was
lying
in
a
soft
sleeping
bag
next
to
Chuck
on
a
bed
of
grass
near
the
gardens
.
It
was
a
wide
lawn
that
he
had
n't
noticed
before
,
and
quite
a
few
of
the
group
chose
it
as
their
bedtime
spot
.
Thomas
thought
that
was
strange
,
but
apparently
there
was
n't
enough
room
inside
the
Homestead
.
At
least
it
was
warm
.
Which
made
him
wonder
for
the
millionth
time
where
they
were
.
His
mind
had
a
hard
time
grasping
names
of
places
,
or
remembering
countries
or
rulers
,
how
the
world
was
organized
.
And
none
of
the
kids
in
the
Glade
had
a
clue
,
either
--
at
least
,
they
were
n't
sharing
if
they
did
.
He
lay
in
silence
for
the
longest
time
,
looking
at
the
stars
and
listening
to
the
soft
murmurs
of
various
conversations
drifting
across
the
Glade
.
Sleep
felt
miles
away
,
and
he
could
n't
shake
the
despair
and
hopelessness
that
coursed
through
his
body
and
mind
--
the
temporary
joy
of
Chuck
's
trick
on
Gally
had
long
since
faded
away
.
It
'd
been
one
endless
--
and
strange
--
day
.
It
was
just
so
...
weird
.
He
remembered
lots
of
little
things
about
life
--
eating
,
clothes
,
studying
,
playing
,
general
images
of
the
makeup
of
the
world
.
But
any
detail
that
would
fill
in
the
picture
to
create
a
true
and
complete
memory
had
been
erased
somehow
.
It
was
like
looking
at
an
image
through
a
foot
of
muddy
water
.
More
than
anything
else
,
perhaps
,
he
felt
...
sad
.
Chuck
interrupted
his
thoughts
.
"
Well
,
Greenie
,
you
survived
First
Day
.
"
"
Barely
.
"
Not
now
,
Chuck
,
he
wanted
to
say
.
I
'm
not
in
the
mood
.
