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2-Story based on the song Sorry, by Justin Bieber. —Single chapter. —It's a kind of implied Newtmas, so if you don't like it, don't read it. —The story takes place after the Death Cure. —It's a letter from Thomas to Newt. —None of the characters are mine, they're all by James Dashner. But the plot is completely mine. —Plagiarism is a crime, baby.
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Technical Details & Updates
First Published
25 de outubro de 2015
Last Updated
25 de outubro de 2015
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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