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"
What
,
do
n't
like
seein
'
my
face
first
thing
on
the
wake-up
?
"
"
Not
especially
.
So
--
"
But
before
he
could
finish
his
sentence
the
rumble
of
the
walls
opening
for
the
day
cut
him
off
.
He
looked
toward
the
East
Door
,
almost
expecting
to
see
Ben
standing
there
on
the
other
side
.
Instead
,
he
saw
Minho
stretching
.
Then
Thomas
watched
as
he
walked
over
and
picked
something
up
.
It
was
the
section
of
pole
with
the
leather
collar
attached
to
it
.
Minho
seemed
to
think
nothing
of
it
,
throwing
it
to
one
of
the
other
Runners
,
who
went
and
put
it
back
in
the
tool
shed
near
the
Gardens
.
Thomas
turned
back
to
Newt
,
confused
.
How
could
Minho
act
so
nonchalant
about
it
all
?
"
What
the
--
"
"
Only
seen
three
Banishments
,
Tommy
.
All
as
nasty
as
the
one
you
peeped
on
last
night
.
But
every
buggin
'
time
,
the
Grievers
leave
the
collar
on
our
doorstep
.
Gives
me
the
willies
like
nothin
'
else
.
"
Thomas
had
to
agree
.
"
What
do
they
do
with
people
when
they
catch
them
?
"
Did
he
really
want
to
know
?
Newt
just
shrugged
,
his
indifference
not
very
convincing
.
More
likely
he
did
n't
want
to
talk
about
it
.
"
So
tell
me
about
the
Runners
,
"
Thomas
said
suddenly
.
The
words
seemed
to
pop
out
of
nowhere
.
But
he
remained
still
,
despite
an
odd
urge
to
apologize
and
change
the
subject
;
he
wanted
to
know
everything
about
them
.
Even
after
what
he
'd
seen
last
night
,
even
after
witnessing
the
Griever
through
the
window
,
he
wanted
to
know
.
The
pull
to
know
was
strong
,
and
he
did
n't
quite
understand
why
.
Becoming
a
Runner
just
felt
like
something
he
was
born
to
do
.
Newt
had
paused
,
looking
confused
.
"
The
Runners
?
Why
?
"
