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Why
did
the
guy
have
to
be
such
a
jerk
?
"
But
tell
me
everything
--
I
wan
na
know
everything
.
"
He
'd
decided
the
night
before
not
to
tell
anyone
else
how
strangely
familiar
the
place
seemed
,
the
odd
feeling
that
he
'd
been
there
before
--
that
he
could
remember
things
about
it
.
Sharing
that
seemed
like
a
very
bad
idea
.
"
I
'll
tell
ya
what
I
wan
na
tell
ya
,
Greenie
.
Let
's
go
.
"
"
Can
I
come
?
"
Chuck
asked
from
the
table
.
Alby
reached
down
and
tweaked
the
boy
's
ear
.
"
Ow
!
"
Chuck
shrieked
.
"
Ai
n't
you
got
a
job
,
slinthead
?
"
Alby
asked
.
"
Lots
of
sloppin
'
to
do
?
"
Chuck
rolled
his
eyes
,
then
looked
at
Thomas
.
"
Have
fun
.
"
"
I
'll
try
.
"
He
suddenly
felt
sorry
for
Chuck
,
wished
people
would
treat
the
kid
better
.
But
there
was
nothing
he
could
do
about
it
--
it
was
time
to
go
.
He
walked
away
with
Alby
,
hoping
the
Tour
had
officially
begun
.
They
started
at
the
Box
,
which
was
closed
at
the
moment
--
double
doors
of
metal
lying
flat
on
the
ground
,
covered
in
white
paint
,
faded
and
cracked
.
The
day
had
brightened
considerably
,
the
shadows
stretching
in
the
opposite
direction
from
what
Thomas
had
seen
yesterday
.
He
still
had
n't
spotted
the
sun
,
but
it
looked
like
it
was
about
to
pop
over
the
eastern
wall
at
any
minute
.
