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In
fact
,
he
's
probably
cursing
me
out
right
now
for
dropping
the
ball
during
such
an
emotionally
charged
moment
.
But
Peeta
somehow
catches
it
.
"
Then
I
'll
just
have
to
fill
in
the
blanks
myself
,
"
he
says
,
and
moves
in
to
me
.
This
is
the
first
kiss
that
we
're
both
fully
aware
of
.
Neither
of
us
hobbled
by
sickness
or
pain
or
simply
unconscious
.
Our
lips
neither
burning
with
fever
or
icy
cold
.
This
is
the
first
kiss
where
I
actually
feel
stirring
inside
my
chest
.
Warm
and
curious
.
This
is
the
first
kiss
that
makes
me
want
another
.
But
I
do
n't
get
it
.
Well
,
I
do
get
a
second
kiss
,
but
it
's
just
a
light
one
on
the
tip
of
my
nose
because
Peeta
's
been
distracted
.
"
I
think
your
wound
is
bleeding
again
.
Come
on
,
lie
down
,
it
's
bedtime
anyway
,
"
he
says
.
My
socks
are
dry
enough
to
wear
now
.
I
make
Peeta
put
his
jacket
back
on
.
The
damp
cold
seems
to
cut
right
down
to
my
bones
,
so
he
must
be
half
frozen
.
I
insist
on
taking
the
first
watch
,
too
,
although
neither
of
us
think
it
's
likely
anyone
will
come
in
this
weather
.
But
he
wo
n't
agree
unless
I
'm
in
the
bag
,
too
,
and
I
'm
shivering
so
hard
that
it
's
pointless
to
object
.
In
stark
contrast
to
two
nights
ago
,
when
I
felt
Peeta
was
a
million
miles
away
,
I
'm
struck
by
his
immediacy
now
.
As
we
settle
in
,
he
pulls
my
head
down
to
use
his
arm
as
a
pillow
,
the
other
rests
protectively
over
me
even
when
he
goes
to
sleep
.
No
one
has
held
me
like
this
in
such
a
long
time
.
Since
my
father
died
and
I
stopped
trusting
my
mother
,
no
one
else
's
arms
have
made
me
feel
this
safe
.
With
the
aid
of
the
glasses
,
I
lie
watching
the
drips
of
water
splatter
on
the
cave
floor
.
Rhythmic
and
lulling
.
Several
times
,
I
drift
off
briefly
and
then
snap
awake
,
guilty
and
angry
with
myself
.
After
three
or
four
hours
,
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
I
have
to
rouse
Peeta
because
I
ca
n't
keep
my
eyes
open
.
He
does
n't
seem
to
mind
.
"
Tomorrow
,
when
it
's
dry
,
I
'll
find
us
a
place
so
high
in
the
trees
we
can
both
sleep
in
peace
,
"
I
promise
as
I
drift
off
.
But
tomorrow
is
no
better
in
terms
of
weather
.
The
deluge
continues
as
if
the
Gamemakers
are
intent
on
washing
us
all
away
.
The
thunder
's
so
powerful
it
seems
to
shake
the
ground
.
Peeta
's
considering
heading
out
anyway
to
scavenge
for
food
,
but
I
tell
him
in
this
storm
it
would
be
pointless
.
He
wo
n't
be
able
to
see
three
feet
in
front
of
his
face
and
he
'll
only
end
up
getting
soaked
to
the
skin
for
his
troubles
.
He
knows
I
'm
right
,
but
the
gnawing
in
our
stomachs
is
becoming
painful
.
The
day
drags
on
turning
into
evening
and
there
's
no
break
in
the
weather
.
Haymitch
is
our
only
hope
,
but
nothing
is
forthcoming
,
either
from
lack
of
money
-
everything
will
cost
an
exorbitant
amount
-
or
because
he
's
dissatisfied
with
our
performance
.
Probably
the
latter
.
I
'd
be
the
first
to
admit
we
're
not
exactly
riveting
today
.
Starving
,
weak
from
injuries
,
trying
not
to
reopen
wounds
.
We
're
sitting
huddled
together
wrapped
in
the
sleeping
bag
,
yes
,
but
mostly
to
keep
warm
.
The
most
exciting
thing
either
of
us
does
is
nap
.
I
'm
not
really
sure
how
to
ramp
up
the
romance
.
