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Katniss Everdeen. A girl who lives in the Seam. Hunts in the
woods. Trades in the Hob. I stare in the mirror as I try to remember
who I am and who I am not. By the time I join the
others, the pressure of Peeta’s arm around my shoulders feels
alien.
When the train makes a brief stop for fuel, we’re allowed to
go outside for some fresh air. There’s no longer any need to
guard us. Peeta and I walk down along the track, hand in hand,
and I can’t find anything to say now that we’re alone. He stops
to gather a bunch of wildflowers for me. When he presents
them, I work hard to look pleased. Because he can’t know that
the pink-and-white flowers are the tops of wild onions and
only remind me of the hours I’ve spent gathering them with
Gale.
Gale. The idea of seeing Gale in a matter of hours makes my
stomach churn. But why? I can’t quite frame it in my mind. I
only know that I feel like I’ve been lying to someone who
trusts me. Or more accurately, to two people. I’ve been getting
away with it up to this point because of the Games. But there
will be no Games to hide behind back home.
“What’s wrong?” Peeta asks.
“Nothing,” I answer. We continue walking, past the end of
the train, out where even I’m fairly sure there are no cameras
hidden in the scrubby bushes along the track. Still no words
come.
Haymitch startles me when he lays a hand on my back.
Even now, in the middle of nowhere, he keeps his voice down.
“Great job, you two. Just keep it up in the district until the
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