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Two
pieces
of
groosling
,
a
small
mishmash
of
roots
,
and
a
handful
of
dried
fruit
.
"
Should
we
try
and
ration
it
?
"
Peeta
asks
.
"
No
,
let
's
just
finish
it
.
The
groosling
's
getting
old
anyway
,
and
the
last
thing
we
need
is
to
get
sick
off
spoiled
food
,
"
I
say
,
dividing
the
food
into
two
equal
piles
.
We
try
and
eat
slowly
,
but
we
're
both
so
hungry
were
done
in
a
couple
of
minutes
.
My
stomach
is
in
no
way
satisfied
.
"
Tomorrow
's
a
hunting
day
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
much
help
with
that
,
"
Peeta
says
.
"
I
've
never
hunted
before
.
"
"
I
'll
kill
and
you
cook
,
"
I
say
.
"
And
you
can
always
gather
.
"
"
I
wish
there
was
some
sort
of
bread
bush
out
there
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
The
bread
they
sent
me
from
District
Eleven
was
still
warm
,
"
I
say
with
a
sigh
.
"
Here
,
chew
these
.
"
I
hand
him
a
couple
of
mint
leaves
and
pop
a
few
in
my
own
mouth
.
It
's
hard
to
even
see
the
projection
in
the
sky
,
but
it
's
clear
enough
to
know
there
were
no
more
deaths
today
.
So
Cato
and
Thresh
have
n't
had
it
out
yet
.
"
Where
did
Thresh
go
?
I
mean
,
what
's
on
the
far
side
of
the
circle
?
"
I
ask
Peeta
.
"
A
field
.
As
far
as
you
can
see
it
's
full
of
grasses
as
high
as
my
shoulders
.
I
do
n't
know
,
maybe
some
of
them
are
grain
.
There
are
patches
of
different
colors
.
But
there
are
no
paths
,
"
says
Peeta
.
