Bluh-huh-huh" Minho Groaned, A Shudder Of Repulsion,

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

He Whipped Out His Sheet, Then Pulled It Over Himself And Wrapped It Tightly Around His Face Like An Old Woman In A Shawl. 'how Do I Look?' 'like The Ugliest Shanky Girl I’ve Ever Seen,' Minho Responded. 'you Better Thank The Gods Above You Were Born A Dude.' 'thanks.

Oh, I'm Good. Seriously, After All These Years, You'd Think I Would Stop Amazing Myself. But Here I Am, Still Doing It.

Too Bad We Don't Have A Flashlight." "thanks For Stating The Obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho Replied.

She And Thomas Had Helped Construct The Maze; At The Same Time She’d Exerted A Lot Of Effort To Build A Wall Holding Back Her Emotions.