Newt

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Memories of Marcus haunt my dreams. Evern after eight months. For a while I was just numb. But then things got easier. The pain eased.

"Hey Newt?"

I look up. "What's up Chuckie?"

"Ably wants you over at the box."

"Okay." I get up and follow Chuck.

I join the group of boys gathered around the box. As the groaning stops, I help to open the door.

Indies stands a boy, as usual, with cropped black-brown hair.

"Welcome to the Galde Greenie." I call. 

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