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"
Right
.
"
Thomas
was
having
the
hardest
time
figuring
out
if
he
liked
Minho
or
not
--
his
personality
seemed
to
change
every
minute
.
After
a
long
pause
,
Thomas
decided
to
take
a
chance
.
"
So
...
,
"
he
asked
cautiously
,
"
did
you
find
anything
today
?
"
Minho
's
eyes
opened
wide
;
he
focused
on
Thomas
.
"
You
know
what
,
Greenie
?
That
's
usually
the
dumbest
shuck-faced
thing
you
could
ask
a
Runner
.
"
He
closed
his
eyes
again
.
"
But
not
today
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Thomas
dared
to
hope
for
information
.
An
answer
,
he
thought
.
Please
just
give
me
an
answer
!
"
Just
wait
till
the
fancy
admiral
gets
back
.
I
do
n't
like
saying
stuff
twice
.
Plus
,
he
might
not
want
you
to
hear
it
anyway
.
"
Thomas
sighed
.
He
was
n't
in
the
least
bit
surprised
at
the
non-answer
.
"
Well
,
at
least
tell
me
why
you
look
so
tired
.
Do
n't
you
run
out
there
every
day
?
"
Minho
groaned
as
he
pulled
himself
up
and
crossed
his
legs
under
him
.
"
Yeah
,
Greenie
,
I
run
out
there
every
day
.
Let
's
just
say
I
got
a
little
excited
and
ran
extra
fast
to
get
my
bee-hind
back
here
.
"
"
Why
?
"
Thomas
desperately
wanted
to
hear
about
what
happened
out
in
the
Maze
.
Minho
threw
his
hands
up
.
"
Dude
.
I
told
you
.
Patience
Wait
for
General
Alby
.
"
Something
in
his
voice
lessened
the
blow
,
and
Thomas
made
his
decision
.
He
liked
Minho
.
"
Okay
,
I
'll
shut
up
.
Just
make
sure
Alby
lets
me
hear
the
news
,
too
.
"
