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I stretch and burrow down into the bag. “I’ll sleep now.
Wake me if anything interesting happens.”
Apparently nothing does, because when I open my eyes,
bright hot afternoon light gleams through the rocks. “Any sign
of our friend?” I ask.
Peeta shakes his head. “No, he’s keeping a disturbingly low
profile.”
“How long do you think we’ll have before the Gamemakers
drive us together?” I ask.
“Well, Foxface died almost a day ago, so there’s been plenty
of time for the audience to place bets and get bored. I guess it
could happen at any moment,” says Peeta.
“Yeah, I have a feeling today’s the day,” I say. I sit up and
look out at the peaceful terrain. “I wonder how they’ll do it.”
Peeta remains silent. There’s not really any good answer.
“Well, until they do, no sense in wasting a hunting day. But
we should probably eat as much as we can hold just in case we
run into trouble,” I say.
Peeta packs up our gear while I lay out a big meal. The rest
of the rabbits, roots, greens, the rolls spread with the last bit
of cheese. The only thing I leave in reserve is the squirrel and
the apple.
By the time we’re done, all that’s left is a pile of rabbit
bones. My hands are greasy, which only adds to my growing
feeling of grubbiness. Maybe we don’t bathe daily in the Seam,
but we keep cleaner than I have of late. Except for my feet,
which have walked in the stream, I’m covered in a layer of
grime.
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