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Alby
leaned
back
slightly
,
stared
absently
at
Thomas
for
several
seconds
.
Then
he
said
,
"
Slim
it
,
Greenie
.
Grow
up
and
start
thinkin
'
.
Ai
n't
got
nothin
'
to
do
with
accusing
nobody
of
nothin
'
.
But
if
you
remember
anything
,
if
something
even
seems
familiar
,
you
better
start
talking
.
Promise
me
.
"
Not
until
I
have
a
solid
memory
,
Thomas
thought
.
Not
unless
I
want
to
share
.
"
Yeah
,
I
guess
,
but
--
"
"
Just
promise
!
"
Thomas
paused
,
sick
of
Alby
and
his
attitude
.
"
Whatever
,
"
he
finally
said
.
"
I
promise
.
"
At
that
Alby
turned
and
walked
away
,
not
saying
another
word
.
Thomas
found
a
tree
in
the
Deadheads
,
one
of
the
nicer
ones
on
the
edge
of
the
forest
with
plenty
of
shade
.
He
dreaded
going
back
to
work
with
Winston
the
Butcher
and
knew
he
needed
to
eat
lunch
,
but
he
did
n't
want
to
be
near
anybody
for
as
long
as
he
could
get
away
with
it
.
Leaning
back
against
the
thick
trunk
,
he
wished
for
a
breeze
but
did
n't
get
one
.
He
'd
just
felt
his
eyelids
droop
when
Chuck
ruined
his
peace
and
quiet
.
"
Thomas
!
Thomas
!
"
the
boy
shrieked
as
he
ran
toward
him
,
pumping
his
arms
,
his
face
lit
up
with
excitement
.
Thomas
rubbed
his
eyes
and
groaned
;
he
wanted
nothing
in
the
world
more
than
a
half-hour
nap
.
It
was
n't
until
Chuck
stopped
right
in
front
of
him
,
panting
to
catch
his
breath
,
that
he
finally
looked
up
.
"
What
?
"
