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I
stretch
and
burrow
down
into
the
bag
.
"
I
'll
sleep
now
.
Wake
me
if
anything
interesting
happens
.
"
Apparently
nothing
does
,
because
when
I
open
my
eyes
,
bright
hot
afternoon
light
gleams
through
the
rocks
.
"
Any
sign
of
our
friend
?
"
I
ask
.
Peeta
shakes
his
head
.
"
No
,
he
's
keeping
a
disturbingly
low
profile
.
"
"
How
long
do
you
think
we
'll
have
before
the
Gamemakers
drive
us
together
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Well
,
Foxface
died
almost
a
day
ago
,
so
there
's
been
plenty
of
time
for
the
audience
to
place
bets
and
get
bored
.
I
guess
it
could
happen
at
any
moment
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
Yeah
,
I
have
a
feeling
today
's
the
day
,
"
I
say
.
I
sit
up
and
look
out
at
the
peaceful
terrain
.
"
I
wonder
how
they
'll
do
it
.
"
Peeta
remains
silent
.
There
's
not
really
any
good
answer
.
"
Well
,
until
they
do
,
no
sense
in
wasting
a
hunting
day
.
But
we
should
probably
eat
as
much
as
we
can
hold
just
in
case
we
run
into
trouble
,
"
I
say
.
Peeta
packs
up
our
gear
while
I
lay
out
a
big
meal
.
The
rest
of
the
rabbits
,
roots
,
greens
,
the
rolls
spread
with
the
last
bit
of
cheese
.
The
only
thing
I
leave
in
reserve
is
the
squirrel
and
the
apple
.
