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R-i-i-i-p
!
I
grit
my
teeth
as
Venia
,
a
woman
with
aqua
hair
and
gold
tattoos
above
her
eyebrows
,
yanks
a
strip
of
Fabric
from
my
leg
tearing
out
the
hair
beneath
it
.
"
Sorry
!
"
she
pipes
in
her
silly
Capitol
accent
.
"
You
're
just
so
hairy
!
"
Why
do
these
people
speak
in
such
a
high
pitch
?
Why
do
their
jaws
barely
open
when
they
talk
?
Why
do
the
ends
of
their
sentences
go
up
as
if
they
're
asking
a
question
?
Odd
vowels
,
clipped
words
,
and
always
a
hiss
on
the
letter
s.
no
wonder
it
's
impossible
not
to
mimic
them
.
Venia
makes
what
's
supposed
to
be
a
sympathetic
face
.
"
Good
news
,
though
.
This
is
the
last
one
.
Ready
?
"
I
get
a
grip
on
the
edges
of
the
table
I
'm
seated
on
and
nod
.
The
final
swathe
of
my
leg
hair
is
uprooted
in
a
painful
jerk
.
I
've
been
in
the
Remake
Center
for
more
than
three
hours
and
I
still
have
n't
met
my
stylist
.
Apparently
he
has
no
interest
in
seeing
me
until
Venia
and
the
other
members
of
my
prep
team
have
addressed
some
obvious
problems
.
This
has
included
scrubbing
down
my
body
with
a
gritty
loam
that
has
removed
not
only
dirt
but
at
least
three
layers
of
skin
,
turning
my
nails
into
uniform
shapes
,
and
primarily
,
ridding
my
body
of
hair
.
My
legs
,
arms
,
torso
,
underarms
,
and
parts
of
my
eyebrows
have
been
stripped
of
the
Muff
,
leaving
me
like
a
plucked
bird
,
ready
for
roasting
.
I
do
n't
like
it
.
My
skin
feels
sore
and
tingling
and
intensely
vulnerable
.
But
I
have
kept
my
side
of
the
bargain
with
Haymitch
,
and
no
objection
has
crossed
my
lips
.
"
You
're
doing
very
well
,
"
says
some
guy
named
Flavius
.
He
gives
his
orange
corkscrew
locks
a
shake
and
applies
a
fresh
coat
of
purple
lipstick
to
his
mouth
.
"
If
there
's
one
thing
we
ca
n't
stand
,
it
's
a
whiner
.
Grease
her
down
!
"
Venia
and
Octavia
,
a
plump
woman
whose
entire
body
has
been
dyed
a
pale
shade
of
pea
green
,
rub
me
down
with
a
lotion
that
first
stings
but
then
soothes
my
raw
skin
.
Then
they
pull
me
from
the
table
,
removing
the
thin
robe
I
've
been
allowed
to
wear
off
and
on
.
I
stand
there
,
completely
naked
,
as
the
three
circle
me
,
wielding
tweezers
to
remove
any
last
bits
of
hair
.
I
know
I
should
be
embarrassed
,
but
they
're
so
unlike
people
that
I
'm
no
more
self-conscious
than
if
a
trio
of
oddly
colored
birds
were
pecking
around
my
feet
.
The
three
step
back
and
admire
their
work
.
"
Excellent
!
You
almost
look
like
a
human
being
now
!
"
says
Flavius
,
and
they
all
laugh
.
I
force
my
lips
up
into
a
smile
to
show
how
grateful
I
am
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
I
say
sweetly
.
"
We
do
n't
have
much
cause
to
look
nice
in
District
Twelve
.
"
This
wins
them
over
completely
.
"
Of
course
,
you
do
n't
,
you
poor
darling
!
"
says
Octavia
clasping
her
hands
together
in
distress
for
me
.
