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Okay
,
that
's
an
odd
request
from
Haymitch
but
,
after
all
,
we
are
victors
.
Maybe
a
hug
for
luck
is
in
order
.
Only
,
when
I
put
my
arms
around
his
neck
,
I
find
myself
trapped
in
his
embrace
.
He
begins
talking
,
very
fast
,
very
quietly
in
my
ear
,
my
hair
concealing
his
lips
.
"
Listen
up
.
You
're
in
trouble
.
Word
is
the
Capitol
's
furious
about
you
showing
them
up
in
the
arena
.
The
one
thing
they
ca
n't
stand
is
being
laughed
at
and
they
're
the
joke
of
Panem
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
I
feel
dread
coursing
through
me
now
,
but
I
laugh
as
though
Haymitch
is
saying
something
completely
delightful
because
nothing
is
covering
my
mouth
.
"
So
,
what
?
"
"
Your
only
defense
can
be
you
were
so
madly
in
love
you
were
n't
responsible
for
your
actions
.
"
Haymitch
pulls
back
and
adjusts
my
hairband
.
"
Got
it
,
sweetheart
?
"
He
could
be
talking
about
anything
now
.
"
Got
it
,
"
I
say
.
"
Did
you
tell
Peeta
this
?
"
"
Do
n't
have
to
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
He
's
already
there
.
"
"
But
you
think
I
'm
not
?
"
I
say
,
taking
the
opportunity
to
straighten
a
bright
red
bow
tie
Cinna
must
have
wrestled
him
into
.
"
Since
when
does
it
matter
what
I
think
?
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
Better
take
our
places
.
"
He
leads
me
to
the
metal
circle
.
"
This
is
your
night
,
sweetheart
.
Enjoy
it
.
"
He
kisses
me
on
the
forehead
and
disappears
into
the
gloom
.
I
tug
on
my
skirt
,
willing
it
to
be
longer
,
wanting
it
to
cover
the
knocking
in
my
knees
.
Then
I
realize
it
's
pointless
.
My
whole
body
's
shaking
like
a
leaf
.
Hopefully
,
it
will
be
put
down
to
excitement
.
After
all
,
it
's
my
night
.
