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- “Awwww,” Minho said. “That’s almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.” “True love indeed.” This from Frypan, followed by his deep bell ow of a laugh.
- Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face. “If I don’t see you on the other side,” he said in a sappy voice, “remember that I love you.”
- “a friend of a friend of an enemy’s enemy.”
- “I’ll make sure you get something to eat, also,” Dr. Wright called from behind. Their politeness annoyed Thomas. He remembered stories of kill ers being put to death in the old days. They always got a last meal, too. As fancy as they wanted it. “I want steak,” he said, stopping to look at her. “And shrimp. And lobster. And pancakes. And a candy bar.” “I’m sorry—you’ll have to settle for a couple of sandwiches.” Thomas sighed. “Figures.”
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