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I make room for him in the sleeping bag. We lean back
against the cave wall, my head on his shoulder, his arms
wrapped around me. I can feel Haymitch nudging me to keep
up the act. “So, since we were five, you never even noticed any
other girls?” I ask him.
“No, I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made
a lasting impression but you,” he says.
“I’m sure that would thrill your parents, you liking a girl
from the Seam,” I say.
“Hardly. But I couldn’t care less. Anyway, if we make it
back, you won’t be a girl from the Seam, you’ll be a girl from
the Victor’s Village,” he says.
That’s right. If we win, we’ll each get a house in the part of
town reserved for Hunger Games’ victors. Long ago, when the
Games began, the Capitol had built a dozen fine houses in each
district. Of course, in ours only one is occupied. Most of the
others have never been lived in at all.
A disturbing thought hits me. “But then, our only neighbor
will be Haymitch!”
“Ah, that’ll be nice,” says Peeta, tightening his arms around
me. “You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays,
long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games’
tales.”
“I told you, he hates me!” I say, but I can’t help laughing at
the image of Haymitch becoming my new pal.
“Only sometimes. When he’s sober, I’ve never heard him
say one negative thing about you,” says Peeta.
“He’s never sober!” I protest.
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