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The
kiss
last
night
was
nice
,
but
working
up
to
another
will
take
some
forethought
.
There
are
girls
in
the
Seam
,
some
of
the
merchant
girls
,
too
,
who
navigate
these
waters
so
easily
.
But
I
've
never
had
much
time
or
use
for
it
.
Anyway
,
just
a
kiss
is
n't
enough
anymore
clearly
because
if
it
was
we
'd
have
gotten
food
last
night
.
My
instincts
tell
me
Haymitch
is
n't
just
looking
for
physical
affection
,
he
wants
something
more
personal
.
The
sort
of
stuff
he
was
trying
to
get
me
to
tell
about
myself
when
we
were
practicing
for
the
interview
.
I
'm
rotten
at
it
,
but
Peeta
's
not
.
Maybe
the
best
approach
is
to
get
him
talking
.
"
Peeta
,
"
I
say
lightly
.
"
You
said
at
the
interview
you
'd
had
a
crush
on
me
forever
.
When
did
forever
start
?
"
"
Oh
,
let
's
see
.
I
guess
the
first
day
of
school
.
We
were
five
.
You
had
on
a
red
plaid
dress
and
your
hair
.
it
was
in
two
braids
instead
of
one
.
My
father
pointed
you
out
when
we
were
waiting
to
line
up
,
"
Peeta
says
.
"
Your
father
?
Why
?
"
I
ask
.
"
He
said
,
'S
ee
that
little
girl
?
I
wanted
to
marry
her
mother
,
but
she
ran
off
with
a
coal
miner
,
'
"
Peeta
says
.
"
What
?
You
're
making
that
up
!
"
I
exclaim
.
"
No
,
true
story
,
"
Peeta
says
.
"
And
I
said
,
'
A
coal
miner
?
Why
did
she
want
a
coal
miner
if
she
could
've
had
you
?
'
And
he
said
,
'
Because
when
he
sings
.
even
the
birds
stop
to
listen
.
'
"
"
That
's
true
.
They
do
.
I
mean
,
they
did
,
"
I
say
.
I
'm
stunned
and
surprisingly
moved
,
thinking
of
the
baker
telling
this
to
Peeta
.
It
strikes
me
that
my
own
reluctance
to
sing
,
my
own
dismissal
of
music
might
not
really
be
that
I
think
it
's
a
waste
of
time
.
It
might
be
because
it
reminds
me
too
much
of
my
father
.
"
So
that
day
,
in
music
assembly
,
the
teacher
asked
who
knew
the
valley
song
.
Your
hand
shot
right
up
in
the
air
.
She
stood
you
up
on
a
stool
and
had
you
sing
it
for
us
.
And
I
swear
,
every
bird
outside
the
windows
fell
silent
,
"
Peeta
says
.
