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Rue has decided to trust me wholeheartedly. I know this
because as soon as the anthem finishes she snuggles up
against me and falls asleep. Nor do I have any misgivings
about her, as I take no particular precautions. If she’d wanted
me dead, all she would have had to do was disappear from
that tree without pointing out the tracker jacker nest. Needling
me, at the very back of my mind, is the obvious. Both of us
can’t win these Games. But since the odds are still against either
of us surviving, I manage to ignore the thought.
Besides, I’m distracted by my latest idea about the Careers
and their supplies. Somehow Rue and I must find a way to destroy
their food. I’m pretty sure feeding themselves will be a
tremendous struggle. Traditionally, the Career tributes’ strategy
is to get hold of all the food early on and work from there.
The years when they have not protected it well — one year a
pack of hideous reptiles destroyed it, another a Gamemakers’
flood washed it away — those are usually the years that tributes
from other districts have won. That the Careers have
been better red growing up is actually to their disadvantage,
because they don’t know how to be hungry. Not the way Rue
and I do.
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