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"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Thomas
replied
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
go
ask
him
.
"
"
I
can
hear
every
bloody
word
you
guys
are
saying
,
"
Newt
called
in
a
loud
voice
.
"
No
wonder
people
hate
sleepin
'
next
to
you
shanks
.
"
Thomas
felt
like
he
'd
been
caught
stealing
,
but
he
was
genuinely
concerned
--
Newt
was
one
of
the
few
people
in
the
Glade
he
actually
liked
.
"
What
is
wrong
with
you
?
"
Chuck
asked
.
"
No
offense
,
but
you
look
like
klunk
.
"
"
Every
lovin
'
thing
in
the
universe
,
"
he
replied
,
then
fell
silent
as
he
stared
off
into
space
for
a
long
moment
.
Thomas
almost
pushed
him
with
another
question
,
but
Newt
finally
continued
.
"
The
girl
from
the
Box
.
Keeps
groanin
'
and
saying
all
kinds
of
weird
stuff
,
but
wo
n't
wake
up
.
Medjacks
're
doing
their
best
to
feed
her
,
but
she
's
eatin
'
less
each
time
.
I
'm
tellin
'
ya
,
something
's
very
bad
about
that
whole
bloody
thing
.
"
Thomas
looked
down
at
his
apple
,
then
took
a
bite
.
It
tasted
sour
now
--
he
realized
he
was
worried
about
the
girl
.
Concerned
for
her
welfare
.
As
if
he
knew
her
.
Newt
let
out
a
long
sigh
.
"
Shuck
it
.
But
that
's
not
what
really
has
me
buggin
'
.
"
"
Then
what
does
?
"
Chuck
asked
.
Thomas
leaned
forward
,
so
curious
he
was
able
to
put
the
girl
out
of
his
mind
.
Newt
's
eyes
narrowed
as
he
looked
out
toward
one
of
the
entrances
to
the
Maze
.
"
Alby
and
Minho
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
They
should
've
come
back
hours
ago
.
"
