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In the remaining hours before nightfall, I gather rocks and
do my best to camouflage the opening of the cave. It’s a slow
and arduous process, but after a lot of sweating and shifting
things around, I’m pretty pleased with my work, The cave now
appears to be part of a larger pile of rocks, like so many in the
vicinity. I can still crawl in to Peeta through a small opening,
but it’s undetectable from the out« side. That’s good, because
I’ll need to share that sleeping bag again tonight. Also, if I
don’t make it back from the feast, Peeta will be hidden but not
entirely imprisoned. Although I doubt he can hang on much
longer without medicine. If I die at the feast, District 12 isn’t
likely to have a victor.
I make a meal out of the smaller, bonier fish that inhabit the
stream down here, fill every water container and purify it, and
clean my weapons. I’ve nine arrows left in all. I debate leaving
the knife with Peeta so he’ll have some protection while I’m
gone, but there’s really no point. He was right about camouflage
being his final defense. But I still might have use for the
knife. Who knows what I’ll encounter?
Here are some things I’m fairly certain of. That at least Cato,
Clove, and Thresh will be on hand when the feast starts. I’m
not sure about Foxface since direct confrontation isn’t her
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