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Chuck. Thomas could hear a tinge of annoyance in his
screw it. I’m gonna go eat some of Frypan’s nasty casserole.”
“Ain’t dead, are ya, shank?” Alby
Glade and took a look inside. “Eleven.”
Sections One, Three, Five, and Seven. They stay in
he’d been slapped in the face. “Our names … these ain’t even our real names?” Thomas shook his head. “As far as I can tell, we’ll probably never
