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sentence. “I don’t know, I just . . . couldn’t bear the thought of .
. . being without him.”
“Peeta? Anything to add?” asks Caesar.
“No. I think that goes for both of us,” he says.
Caesar signs off and it’s over. Everyone’s laughing and crying
and hugging, but I’m still not sure until I reach Haymitch.
“Okay?” I whisper.
“Perfect,” he answers.
I go back to my room to collect a few things and find there’s
nothing to take but the mockingjay pin Madge gave me. Someone
returned it to my room after the Games. They drive us
through the streets in a car with blackened windows, and the
train’s waiting for us. We barely have time to say good-bye to
Cinna and Portia, although we’ll see them in a few months,
when we tour the districts for a round of victory ceremonies.
It’s the Capitol’s way of reminding people that the Hunger
Games never really go away. We’ll be given a lot of useless
plaques, and everyone will have to pretend they love us.
The train begins moving and we’re plunged into night until
we clear the tunnel and I take my first free breath since the
reaping. Effie is accompanying us back and Haymitch, too, of
course. We eat an enormous dinner and settle into silence in
front of the television to watch a replay of the interview. With
the Capitol growing farther away every second, I begin to
think of home. Of Prim and my mother. Of Gale. I excuse myself
to change out of my dress and into a plain shirt and pants.
As I slowly, thoroughly wash the makeup from my face and
put my hair in its braid, I begin transforming back into myself.
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