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I
ca
n't
help
feeling
a
little
grateful
since
the
last
thing
I
want
to
do
is
strip
down
Haymitch
,
wash
the
vomit
out
of
his
chest
hair
,
and
tuck
him
into
bed
.
Possibly
Peeta
is
trying
to
make
a
good
impression
on
him
,
to
be
his
favorite
once
the
Games
begin
.
But
judging
by
the
state
he
's
in
,
Haymitch
will
have
no
memory
of
this
tomorrow
.
"
All
right
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
can
send
one
of
the
Capitol
people
to
help
you
.
"
There
's
any
number
on
the
train
.
Cooking
for
us
.
Waiting
on
us
.
Guarding
us
.
Taking
care
of
us
is
their
job
.
"
No
.
I
do
n't
want
them
,
"
says
Peeta
.
I
nod
and
head
to
my
own
room
.
I
understand
how
Peeta
feels
.
I
ca
n't
stand
the
sight
of
the
Capitol
people
myself
.
But
making
them
deal
with
Haymitch
might
be
a
small
form
of
revenge
.
So
I
'm
pondering
the
reason
why
he
insists
on
taking
care
of
Haymitch
and
all
of
a
sudden
I
think
,
It
's
because
he
's
being
kind
.
Just
as
he
was
kind
to
give
me
the
bread
.
The
idea
pulls
me
up
short
.
A
kind
Peeta
Mellark
is
far
more
dangerous
to
me
than
an
unkind
one
.
Kind
people
have
a
way
of
working
their
way
inside
me
and
rooting
there
.
And
I
ca
n't
let
Peeta
do
this
.
Not
where
we
're
going
.
So
I
decide
,
from
this
moment
on
,
to
have
as
little
as
possible
to
do
with
the
baker
's
son
.
When
I
get
back
to
my
room
,
the
train
is
pausing
at
a
platform
to
refuel
.
I
quickly
open
the
window
,
toss
the
cookies
Peeta
's
father
gave
me
out
of
the
train
,
and
slam
the
glass
shut
.
No
more
.
No
more
of
either
of
them
.
Unfortunately
,
the
packet
of
cookies
hits
the
ground
and
bursts
open
in
a
patch
of
dandelions
by
the
track
.
I
only
see
the
image
for
a
moment
,
because
the
train
is
off
again
,
but
it
's
enough
.
Enough
to
remind
me
of
that
other
dandelion
in
the
school
yard
years
ago
.
I
had
just
turned
away
from
Peeta
Mellark
's
bruised
face
when
I
saw
the
dandelion
and
I
knew
hope
was
n't
lost
.
I
plucked
it
carefully
and
hurried
home
.
I
grabbed
a
bucket
and
Prim
's
hand
and
headed
to
the
Meadow
and
yes
,
it
was
dotted
with
the
golden-headed
weeds
.
After
we
'd
harvested
those
,
we
scrounged
along
inside
the
fence
for
probably
a
mile
until
we
'd
filled
the
bucket
with
the
dandelion
greens
,
stems
,
and
flowers
.
That
night
,
we
gorged
ourselves
on
dandelion
salad
and
the
rest
of
the
bakery
bread
.
"
What
else
?
"
Prim
asked
me
.
"
What
other
food
can
we
find
?
"
