My Shattered World
I muttered to him, forgetting how sharp Forty’s hearing was.
“For that, you can join him, Forty-Two,” she snapped.
Great… oh well, if I had survived the Box, sprints would be cake by comparison.
Forty-Four snickered, then held out his hand. “No hard feelings. Ready to go?”
I nodded. “You bet.”
“Forty-Two is with me,” Forty said quickly. “He’s too prone to getting in trouble.”
“Says the one with the bullet scar on her leg,” Forty-One dared to point out.
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