Thomas Hated The People Who'd Taken This

Tomorrow," Minho Added. "somehow, Some Way.

In My Early Writing, All Of My Characters Were Exactly The Same Person. They All Spoke The Same, Made The Same Types Of Jokes, Reacted The Same, Etc. I Think They Were All Just Me In Disguise.

What's Going On?" Newt Asked, Looking Back And Forth Between Thomas And Aris. "why're You Guys Looking At Each Other Like You Just Fell In Love?

Vince Couldn't Stop Talking, Spilling Thoughts That Had Obviously Churned Inside Him For Years. "we Could've Stopped The Spread Of The Disease A Lot Better Than We've Been Able To Cure The Disease... Thought The Magical Cure Would Save Them In The End. But If We Wait Any Longer We'll Run Out Of People To Save.

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.