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As
I
hike
along
,
I
feel
certain
I
'm
still
holding
the
screen
in
the
Capitol
,
so
I
'm
careful
to
continue
to
hide
my
emotions
.
But
what
a
good
time
Claudius
Templesmith
must
be
having
with
his
guest
commentators
,
dissecting
Peeta
's
behavior
,
my
reaction
.
What
to
make
of
it
all
?
Has
Peeta
revealed
his
true
colors
?
How
does
this
affect
the
betting
odds
?
Will
we
lose
sponsors
?
Do
we
even
have
sponsors
?
Yes
,
I
feel
certain
we
do
,
or
at
least
did
.
Certainly
Peeta
has
thrown
a
wrench
into
our
star-crossed
lover
dynamic
.
Or
has
he
?
Maybe
,
since
he
has
n't
spoken
much
about
me
,
we
can
still
get
some
mileage
out
of
it
.
Maybe
people
will
think
it
's
something
we
plotted
together
if
I
seem
like
it
amuses
me
now
.
The
sun
rises
in
the
sky
and
even
through
the
canopy
it
seems
overly
bright
.
I
coat
my
lips
in
some
grease
from
the
rabbit
and
try
to
keep
from
panting
,
but
it
's
no
use
.
It
's
only
been
a
day
and
I
'm
dehydrating
fast
.
I
try
and
think
of
everything
I
know
about
finding
water
.
It
runs
downhill
,
so
,
in
fact
,
continuing
down
into
this
valley
is
n't
a
bad
thing
.
If
I
could
just
locate
a
game
trail
or
spot
a
particularly
green
patch
of
vegetation
,
these
might
help
me
along
,
but
nothing
seems
to
change
.
There
's
just
the
slight
gradual
slope
,
the
birds
,
the
sameness
to
the
trees
.
As
the
day
wears
on
,
I
know
I
'm
headed
for
trouble
.
What
little
urine
I
've
been
able
to
pass
is
a
dark
brown
,
my
head
is
aching
,
and
there
's
a
dry
patch
on
my
tongue
that
refuses
to
moisten
.
The
sun
hurts
my
eyes
so
I
dig
out
my
sunglasses
,
but
when
I
put
them
on
they
do
something
funny
to
my
vision
,
so
I
just
stuff
them
back
in
my
pack
.
It
's
late
afternoon
when
I
think
I
've
found
help
.
I
spot
a
cluster
of
berry
bushes
and
hurry
to
strip
the
fruit
,
to
suck
the
sweet
juices
from
the
skins
.
But
just
as
I
'm
holding
them
to
my
lips
,
I
get
a
hard
look
at
them
.
What
I
thought
were
blueberries
have
a
slightly
different
shape
,
and
when
I
break
one
open
the
insides
are
bloodred
.
I
do
n't
recognize
these
berries
,
perhaps
they
are
edible
,
but
I
'm
guessing
this
is
some
evil
trick
on
the
part
of
the
Gamemakers
.
Even
the
plant
instructor
in
the
Training
Center
made
a
point
of
telling
us
to
avoid
berries
unless
you
were
100
percent
sure
they
were
n't
toxic
.
Something
I
already
knew
,
but
I
'm
so
thirsty
it
takes
her
reminder
to
give
me
the
strength
to
fling
them
away
.
Fatigue
is
beginning
to
settle
on
me
,
but
it
's
not
the
usual
tiredness
that
follows
a
long
hike
.
I
have
to
stop
and
rest
frequently
,
although
I
know
the
only
cure
for
what
ails
me
requires
continued
searching
.
I
try
a
new
tactic
-
climbing
a
tree
as
high
as
I
dare
in
my
shaky
state
-
to
look
for
any
signs
of
water
.
But
as
far
as
I
can
see
in
any
direction
,
there
's
the
same
unrelenting
stretch
of
forest
.
Determined
to
go
on
until
nightfall
,
I
walk
until
I
'm
stumbling
over
my
own
feet
.
Exhausted
,
I
haul
myself
up
into
a
tree
and
belt
myself
in
.
I
've
no
appetite
,
but
I
suck
on
a
rabbit
bone
just
to
give
my
mouth
something
to
do
.
Night
falls
,
the
anthem
plays
,
and
high
in
the
sky
I
see
the
picture
of
the
girl
,
who
was
apparently
from
District
8
.
The
one
Peeta
went
back
to
finish
off
.
