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“Yes, they’re sugar berries. My mother makes jam from
them. Haven’t you ever had them before?” I say, poking the
next spoonful in his mouth.
“No,” he says, almost puzzled. “But they taste familiar. Sugar
berries?”
“Well, you can’t get them in the market much, they only
grow wild,” I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more
to go.
“They’re sweet as syrup,” he says, taking the last spoonful.
“Syrup.” His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my
hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow
instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but
it’s too late, he’s already losing consciousness. Even as he
fades away, I can see in his eyes what I’ve done is unforgivable.
I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of
sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I
wipe it away. “Who can’t lie, Peeta?” I say, even though he
can’t hear me.
It doesn’t matter. The rest of Panem can.
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