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Thomas
finally
got
his
feet
under
him
,
scared
all
over
again
.
He
backed
against
the
tree
,
trying
to
get
away
from
Alby
,
who
stayed
right
in
his
face
.
"
No
interruptions
,
boy
!
"
Alby
shouted
.
"
Whacker
,
if
we
told
you
everything
,
you
'd
die
on
the
spot
,
right
after
you
klunked
your
pants
.
Baggers
'd
drag
you
off
,
and
you
ai
n't
no
good
to
us
then
,
are
ya
?
"
"
I
do
n't
even
know
what
you
're
talking
about
,
"
Thomas
said
slowly
,
shocked
at
how
steady
his
voice
sounded
.
Newt
reached
out
and
grabbed
Alby
by
the
shoulders
.
"
Alby
,
lay
off
a
bit
.
You
're
hurtin
'
more
than
helpin
'
,
ya
know
?
"
Alby
let
go
of
Thomas
's
shirt
and
stepped
back
,
his
chest
heaving
with
breaths
.
"
Ai
n't
got
time
to
be
nice
,
Greenbean
.
Old
life
's
over
,
new
life
's
begun
.
Learn
the
rules
quick
,
listen
,
do
n't
talk
.
You
get
me
?
"
Thomas
looked
over
at
Newt
,
hoping
for
help
.
Everything
inside
him
churned
and
hurt
;
the
tears
that
had
yet
to
come
burned
his
eyes
.
Newt
nodded
.
"
Greenie
,
you
get
him
,
right
?
"
He
nodded
again
.
Thomas
fumed
,
wanted
to
punch
somebody
.
But
he
simply
said
,
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Good
that
,
"
Alby
said
.
"
First
Day
.
That
's
what
today
is
for
you
,
shank
.
Night
's
comin
'
,
Runners
'll
be
back
soon
.
The
Box
came
late
today
,
ai
n't
got
time
for
the
Tour
.
Tomorrow
morning
,
right
after
the
wake-up
.
"
He
turned
toward
Newt
.
"
Get
him
a
bed
,
get
him
to
sleep
.
"
