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“Well, I knew that goat would be a little gold mine,” 1 say.
“Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy
you gave the sister you love so much you took her place in the
reaping,” says Peeta drily.
“The goat has paid for itself. Several times over,” I say in a
superior tone.
“Well, it wouldn’t dare do anything else after you saved its
life,” says Peeta. “I intend to do the same thing.”
“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask.
“A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says.
“You’re not making sense,” I say. I test his forehead. The
lever’s going nowhere but up. “You’re a little cooler though.”
The sound of the trumpets startles me. I’m on my feet and
at the mouth of the cave in a flash, not wanting to miss a syllable.
It’s my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I
expected, he’s inviting us to a feast. Well, we’re not that hungry
and I actually wave his offer away in indifference when he
says, “Now hold on. Some of you may already be declining my
invitation. But this is no ordinary feast. Each of you needs
something desperately.”
I do need something desperately. Something to heal Peeta’s
leg.
“Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked
with your district number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think
hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be
your last chance,” says Claudius.
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