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That
poor
guy
,
he
thought
.
That
poor
,
poor
guy
.
Thomas
shuddered
and
rolled
over
on
his
side
.
The
more
he
thought
about
it
,
being
a
Runner
did
n't
sound
like
such
a
great
idea
.
But
,
inexplicably
,
it
still
called
to
him
.
The
next
morning
,
dawn
had
barely
touched
the
sky
before
the
working
sounds
of
the
Glade
wakened
Thomas
from
the
deepest
slumber
since
he
'd
arrived
.
He
sat
up
,
rubbing
his
eyes
,
trying
to
shake
the
heavy
grogginess
.
Giving
up
,
he
lay
back
down
,
hoping
no
one
would
bother
him
.
It
did
n't
last
a
minute
.
Someone
tapped
his
shoulder
and
he
opened
his
eyes
to
see
Newt
staring
down
at
him
.
What
now
?
he
thought
.
"
Get
up
,
ya
lug
.
"
"
Yeah
,
good
morning
to
you
,
too
.
What
time
is
it
?
"
"
Seven
o'clock
,
Greenie
,
"
Newt
said
with
a
mocking
smile
.
"
Figured
I
'd
let
ya
sleep
in
after
such
a
rough
couple
days
.
"
Thomas
rolled
into
a
sitting
position
,
hating
that
he
could
n't
just
lie
there
for
another
few
hours
.
"
Sleep
in
?
What
are
you
guys
,
a
bunch
of
farmers
?
"
Farmers
--
how
did
he
remember
so
much
about
them
?
Once
again
his
memory
wipe
baffled
him
.
"
Uh
...
yeah
,
now
that
ya
mention
it
.
"
Newt
plopped
down
beside
Thomas
and
folded
his
legs
up
under
himself
.
He
sat
quietly
for
a
few
moments
,
looking
out
at
all
the
hustle-bustle
starting
to
whip
up
across
the
Glade
.
"
Gon
na
put
ya
with
the
Track-hoes
today
,
Greenie
.
See
if
that
suits
your
fancy
more
than
slicin
'
up
bloody
piggies
and
such
.
"
