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Somewhere
during
my
shift
,
the
rain
stops
not
gradually
but
all
at
once
.
The
downpour
ends
and
there
's
only
the
residual
drippings
of
water
from
branches
,
the
rush
of
the
now
overflowing
stream
below
us
.
A
full
,
beautiful
moon
emerges
,
and
even
without
the
glasses
I
can
see
outside
.
I
ca
n't
decide
if
the
moon
is
real
or
merely
a
projection
of
the
Gamemakers
.
I
know
it
was
full
shortly
before
I
left
home
.
Gale
and
I
watched
it
rise
as
we
hunted
into
the
late
hours
.
How
long
have
I
been
gone
?
I
'm
guessing
it
's
been
about
two
weeks
in
the
arena
,
and
there
was
that
week
of
preparation
in
the
Capitol
.
Maybe
the
moon
has
completed
its
cycle
.
For
some
reason
,
I
badly
want
it
to
be
my
moon
,
the
same
one
I
see
from
the
woods
around
District
12
.
That
would
give
me
something
to
cling
to
in
the
surreal
world
of
the
arena
where
the
authenticity
of
everything
is
to
be
doubted
.
Four
of
us
left
.
For
the
first
time
,
I
allow
myself
to
truly
think
about
the
possibility
that
I
might
make
it
home
.
To
fame
.
To
wealth
.
To
my
own
house
in
the
Victor
's
Village
.
My
mother
and
Prim
would
live
there
with
me
.
No
more
fear
of
hunger
.
A
new
kind
of
freedom
.
But
then
.
what
?
What
would
my
life
be
like
on
a
daily
basis
?
Most
of
it
has
been
consumed
with
the
acquisition
of
food
.
Take
that
away
and
I
'm
not
really
sure
who
I
am
,
what
my
identity
is
.
The
idea
scares
me
some
.
I
think
of
Haymitch
,
with
all
his
money
.
What
did
his
life
become
?
He
lives
alone
,
no
wife
or
children
,
most
of
his
waking
hours
drunk
.
I
do
n't
want
to
end
up
like
that
.
"
But
you
wo
n't
be
alone
,
"
I
whisper
to
myself
.
I
have
my
mother
and
Prim
.
Well
,
for
the
time
being
.
And
then
.
I
do
n't
want
to
think
about
then
,
when
Prim
has
grown
up
,
my
mother
passed
away
.
I
know
I
'll
never
marry
,
never
risk
bringing
a
child
into
the
world
.
Because
if
there
's
one
thing
being
a
victor
does
n't
guarantee
,
it
's
your
children
's
safety
.
My
kids
'
names
would
go
right
into
the
reaping
balls
with
everyone
else
's
.
And
I
swear
I
'll
never
let
that
happen
.
The
sun
eventually
rises
,
its
light
slipping
through
the
cracks
and
illuminating
Peeta
's
face
.
Who
will
he
transform
into
if
we
make
it
home
?
This
perplexing
,
good-natured
boy
who
can
spin
out
lies
so
convincingly
the
whole
of
Panem
believes
him
to
be
hopelessly
in
love
with
me
,
and
I
'll
admit
it
,
there
are
moments
when
he
makes
me
believe
it
myself
?
At
least
,
we
'll
be
friends
,
I
think
.
Nothing
will
change
the
fact
that
we
've
saved
each
other
's
lives
in
here
.
And
beyond
that
,
he
will
always
be
the
boy
with
the
bread
.
Good
friends
.
Anything
beyond
that
though
.
and
I
feel
Gale
's
gray
eyes
watching
me
watching
Peeta
,
all
the
way
from
District
12
.
Discomfort
causes
me
to
move
.
I
scoot
over
and
shake
Peeta
's
shoulder
.
His
eyes
open
sleepily
and
when
they
focus
on
me
,
he
pulls
me
down
for
a
long
kiss
.
"
We
're
wasting
hunting
time
,
"
I
say
when
I
finally
break
away
.
