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My
fingers
fumble
with
the
pouch
on
my
belt
,
freeing
it
.
Peeta
sees
it
and
his
hand
clamps
on
my
wrist
.
"
No
,
I
wo
n't
let
you
.
"
"
Trust
me
,
"
I
whisper
.
He
holds
my
gaze
for
a
long
moment
then
lets
me
go
.
I
loosen
the
top
of
the
pouch
and
pour
a
few
spoonfuls
of
berries
into
his
palm
.
Then
I
fill
my
own
.
"
On
the
count
of
three
?
"
Peeta
leans
down
and
kisses
me
once
,
very
gently
.
"
The
count
of
three
,
"
he
says
.
We
stand
,
our
backs
pressed
together
,
our
empty
hands
locked
tight
.
"
Hold
them
out
.
I
want
everyone
to
see
,
"
he
says
.
I
spread
out
my
fingers
,
and
the
dark
berries
glisten
in
the
sun
I
give
Peeta
's
hand
one
last
squeeze
as
a
signal
,
as
a
good-bye
,
and
we
begin
counting
.
"
One
.
"
Maybe
I
'm
wrong
.
"
Two
.
"
Maybe
they
do
n't
care
if
we
both
die
.
"
Three
!
"
It
's
too
late
to
change
my
mind
.
I
lift
my
hand
to
my
mouth
,
taking
one
last
look
at
the
world
.
The
berries
have
just
passed
my
lips
when
the
trumpets
begin
to
blare
.
The
frantic
voice
of
Claudius
Templesmith
shouts
above
them
.
"
Stop
!
Stop
!
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
I
am
pleased
to
present
the
victors
of
the
Seventy-fourth
Hunger
Games
,
Katniss
Everdeen
and
Peeta
Mellark
!
I
give
you
-
the
tributes
of
District
Twelve
!
"
I
spew
the
berries
from
my
mouth
,
wiping
my
tongue
with
the
end
of
my
shirt
to
make
sure
no
juice
remains
.
Peeta
pulls
me
to
the
lake
where
we
both
flush
our
mouths
with
water
and
then
collapse
into
each
other
's
arms
.
"
You
did
n't
swallow
any
?
"
I
ask
him
.
