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dead in a few days. I just . . . I just miss him. And I hate being<br />

so alone. Does he miss me? He must.<br />

I think of the eleven flashing under my name last night. I<br />

know exactly what he’d say to me. “Well, there’s some room<br />

for improvement there.” And then he’d give me a smile and I’d<br />

return it without hesitating now.<br />

I can’t help comparing what I have with Gale to what I’m<br />

pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale’s<br />

motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter’s. It’s not a fair<br />

comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual<br />

need to survive. Peeta and I know the other’s survival<br />

means our own death. How do you sidestep that?<br />

Effie’s knocking at the door, reminding me there’s another<br />

“big, big, big day!” ahead. Tomorrow night will be our televised<br />

interviews. I guess the whole team will have their hands<br />

full readying us for that.<br />

I get up and take a quick shower, being a bit more careful<br />

about the buttons I hit, and head down to the dining room.<br />

Peeta, Effie, and Haymitch are huddled around the table talking<br />

in hushed voices. That seems odd, but hunger wins out<br />

over curiosity and I load up my plate with breakfast before I<br />

join them.<br />

The stew’s made with tender chunks of lamb and dried<br />

plums today. Perfect on the bed of wild rice. I’ve shoveled<br />

about halfway through the mound when I realize no one’s<br />

talking. I take a big gulp of orange juice and wipe my mouth.<br />

“So, what’s going on? You’re coaching us on interviews today,<br />

right?”<br />

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