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Thomas
was
sick
of
being
treated
like
a
baby
.
"
Are
n't
you
supposed
to
quit
calling
me
that
?
"
"
What
,
bloody
piggies
?
"
Thomas
forced
a
laugh
and
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
Greenie
.
I
'm
not
really
the
newest
Newbie
anymore
,
right
?
The
girl
in
the
coma
is
.
Call
her
Greenie
--
my
name
's
Thomas
.
"
Thoughts
of
the
girl
crashed
around
his
mind
,
made
him
remember
the
connection
he
felt
.
A
sadness
washed
over
him
,
as
if
he
missed
her
,
wanted
to
see
her
.
That
does
n't
make
sense
,
he
thought
.
I
do
n't
even
know
her
name
.
Newt
leaned
back
,
eyebrows
raised
.
"
Burn
me
--
you
grew
some
right
nice-sized
eggs
over
night
,
now
did
n't
ya
?
"
Thomas
ignored
him
and
moved
on
.
"
What
's
a
Track-hoe
?
"
"
It
's
what
we
call
the
guys
workin
'
their
butts
off
in
the
Gardens
--
tilling
,
weeding
,
planting
and
such
.
"
Thomas
nodded
in
that
direction
.
"
Who
's
the
Keeper
?
"
"
Zart
.
Nice
guy
,
s
'
long
as
you
do
n't
sluff
on
the
job
,
that
is
.
He
's
the
big
one
that
stood
in
front
last
night
.
"
Thomas
did
n't
say
anything
to
that
,
hoping
that
somehow
he
could
go
through
the
entire
day
without
talking
about
Ben
and
the
Banishment
.
The
subject
only
made
him
sick
and
guilty
,
so
he
moved
on
to
something
else
.
"
So
why
'd
you
come
wake
me
up
?
"
