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I
give
in
to
my
drowsiness
,
resolving
that
tomorrow
the
tables
will
turn
.
Tomorrow
,
it
's
the
Careers
who
will
have
to
watch
their
backs
.
The
boom
of
the
cannon
jolts
me
awake
.
The
sky
's
streaked
with
light
,
the
birds
already
chattering
.
Rue
perches
in
a
branch
across
from
me
,
her
hands
cupping
something
.
We
wait
,
listening
for
more
shots
,
but
there
are
n't
any
.
"
Who
do
you
think
that
was
?
"
I
ca
n't
help
thinking
of
Peeta
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
It
could
have
been
any
of
the
others
,
"
says
Rue
.
"
I
guess
we
'll
know
tonight
.
"
"
Who
's
left
again
?
"
I
ask
.
"
The
boy
from
District
One
.
Both
tributes
from
Two
.
The
boy
from
Three
.
Thresh
and
me
.
And
you
and
Peeta
,
"
says
Rue
.
"
That
's
eight
.
Wait
,
and
the
boy
from
Ten
,
the
one
with
the
bad
leg
.
He
makes
nine
.
"
There
's
someone
else
,
but
neither
of
us
can
remember
who
it
is
.
"
I
wonder
how
that
last
one
died
,
"
says
Rue
.
"
No
telling
.
But
it
's
good
for
us
.
A
death
should
hold
the
crowd
for
a
bit
.
Maybe
we
'll
have
time
to
do
something
before
the
Gamemakers
decide
things
have
been
moving
too
slowly
,
"
I
say
.
"
What
's
in
your
hands
?
"
"
Breakfast
,
"
says
Rue
.
She
holds
them
out
revealing
two
big
eggs
.
