Margaret Taylor
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His voice is deep and it rumbles. "What’s your name?" "Um…" I don’t know why I hesistate. But “Beatrice” just doesn’t sound right anymore. "Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. "You don’t get to pick again." A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly. [ … ] The boy–Four–looks over his shoulder and shouts. "First jumper–Tris!" [ … ] Four sets a hand on my back and says, "Welcome to Dauntless."

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