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"
What
do
you
want
to
do
?
"
I
ask
.
We
can
hunt
,
fish
,
or
gather
.
"
Let
's
fish
at
the
lake
.
We
can
leave
our
poles
and
gather
in
the
woods
.
Get
something
nice
for
tonight
,
"
he
says
.
Tonight
.
After
the
reaping
,
everyone
is
supposed
to
celebrate
.
And
a
lot
of
people
do
,
out
of
relief
that
their
children
have
been
spared
for
another
year
.
But
at
least
two
families
will
pull
their
shutters
,
lock
their
doors
,
and
try
to
figure
out
how
they
will
survive
the
painful
weeks
to
come
.
We
make
out
well
.
The
predators
ignore
us
on
a
day
when
easier
,
tastier
prey
abounds
.
By
late
morning
,
we
have
a
dozen
fish
,
a
bag
of
greens
and
,
best
of
all
,
a
gallon
of
strawberries
.
I
found
the
patch
a
few
years
ago
,
but
Gale
had
the
idea
to
string
mesh
nets
around
it
to
keep
out
the
animals
.
On
the
way
home
,
we
swing
by
the
Hob
,
the
black
market
that
operates
in
an
abandoned
warehouse
that
once
held
coal
.
When
they
came
up
with
a
more
efficient
system
that
transported
the
coal
directly
from
the
mines
to
the
trains
,
the
Hob
gradually
took
over
the
space
.
Most
businesses
are
closed
by
this
time
on
reaping
day
,
but
the
black
market
's
still
fairly
busy
.
We
easily
trade
six
of
the
fish
for
good
bread
,
the
other
two
for
salt
.
Greasy
Sae
,
the
bony
old
woman
who
sells
bowls
of
hot
soup
from
a
large
kettle
,
takes
half
the
greens
off
our
hands
in
exchange
for
a
couple
of
chunks
of
paraffin
.
We
might
do
a
tad
better
elsewhere
,
but
we
make
an
effort
to
keep
on
good
terms
with
Greasy
Sae
.
She
's
the
only
one
who
can
consistently
be
counted
on
to
buy
wild
dog
.
We
do
n't
hunt
them
on
purpose
,
but
if
you
're
attacked
and
you
take
out
a
dog
or
two
,
well
,
meat
is
meat
.
"
Once
it
's
in
the
soup
,
I
'll
call
it
beef
,
"
Greasy
Sae
says
with
a
wink
.
No
one
in
the
Seam
would
turn
up
their
nose
at
a
good
leg
of
wild
dog
,
but
the
Peacekeepers
who
come
to
the
Hob
can
afford
to
be
a
little
choosier
.
When
we
finish
our
business
at
the
market
,
we
go
to
the
back
door
of
the
mayor
's
house
to
sell
half
the
strawberries
,
knowing
he
has
a
particular
fondness
for
them
and
can
afford
our
price
.
The
mayor
's
daughter
,
Madge
,
opens
the
door
.
She
's
in
my
year
at
school
.
Being
the
mayor
's
daughter
,
you
'd
expect
her
to
be
a
snob
,
but
she
's
all
right
.
She
just
keeps
to
herself
.
Like
me
.
Since
neither
of
us
really
has
a
group
of
friends
,
we
seem
to
end
up
together
a
lot
at
school
.
Eating
lunch
,
sitting
next
to
each
other
at
assemblies
,
partnering
for
sports
activities
.
We
rarely
talk
,
which
suits
us
both
just
fine
.
Today
her
drab
school
outfit
has
been
replaced
by
an
expensive
white
dress
,
and
her
blonde
hair
is
done
up
with
a
pink
ribbon
.
Reaping
clothes
.
"
Pretty
dress
,
"
says
Gale
.
Madge
shoots
him
a
look
,
trying
to
see
if
it
's
a
genuine
compliment
or
if
he
's
just
being
ironic
.
It
is
a
pretty
dress
,
but
she
would
never
be
wearing
it
ordinarily
.
She
presses
her
lips
together
and
then
smiles
.
"
Well
,
if
I
end
up
going
to
the
Capitol
,
I
want
to
look
nice
,
do
n't
I
?
"
