It Was You And Me, Tom. We

He Didn't Have A Single Clue What Was Going On With These Two Strangers, But Every Instinct Told Him Master George Equaled Good, Mistress Jane Equaled Bald- He Blinked-uh, Bad.

You’re So Sweet,' Frypan Said With A Snort. 'go Ahead And Die With Thomas. I Think I’ll Sneak Away And Enjoy Living With The Guilt.

Dude, You Tried To Slice My You-know-what's Off!" Thomas Laughed, Something That He Hadn't Done In A Long Time. He Welcomed It Happily. "too Bad I Didn't. Could've Saved The World From Future Little Minhos.

I Promised I'd Save Him, Take Him Home! I Promised Him!" . . . Thomas Hugged Chuck To His Chest, Squeezed Him As Tightly As Possible, As If That Could Somehow Bring Him Back, Or Show Thanks For Saving His Life, For Being His Friend When No One Else Would. Thomas Cried, Wept Like He'd Never Wept Before. His Great, Racking Sobs Echoed Through The Chamber Like The Sounds Of Tortured Pain. (pg 358 Hardback)

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