Lyle ignores me and hands us each a packet of papers, no doubt a list of the school rules in big letters for those of us who can read. When he tries to hand mine to me, I ignore him and he gives the packet to Scythe instead. I imagine it now, ‘No fucking in the corridors. No sniffing the females. No running around naked.’ “We have a judicial system here, Savage,” Lyle says pointedly to me. “It’s a miracle we were allowed to house you.” By all rights, they should have carted me back to the big boy prison. I can’t imagine what strings Lyle’s pulled to get me here. “No murder. No maiming. Got
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