I Don't Give A Crap If You're

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Thomas Swallowed, Wondering How He Could Ever Go Out There. His Desire To Become A Runner Had Taken A Major Blow. But He Had To Do It. Somehow He Knew He Had To Do It. It Was Such An Odd Thing To Feel, Especially After What He'd Just Seen... Thomas Knew He Was A Smart Kid- He Somehow Felt It In His Bones. But Nothing About This Place Made Any Sense. Except For One Thing. He Was Supposed To Be A Runner. Why Did He Feel That So Strongly? And Even Now, After Seeing What Lived In The Maze?

I Felt Her Absence. It Was Like Waking Up One Day With No Teeth In Your Mouth. You Wouldn't Need To Run To The Mirror To Know They Were Gone

I'm Gonnna Break Your Faces!

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.