“What, dude!” Minho yelled at him. Most of the other Gladers had gathered in a tight group behind Thomas, squeezing in to get a look. Thomas quickly read the tattooed words out loud, surprised he did it without stumbling on them. “You’re kiddin’ me, man,” Minho said, standing up.
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