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"
That
may
be
significant
in
terms
of
food
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
And
Peeta
,
she
's
right
,
never
underestimate
strength
in
the
arena
.
Very
often
,
physical
power
tilts
the
advantage
to
a
player
.
In
the
Training
Center
,
they
will
have
weights
,
but
do
n't
reveal
how
much
you
can
lift
in
front
of
the
other
tributes
.
The
plan
's
the
same
for
both
of
you
.
You
go
to
group
training
.
Spend
the
time
trying
to
learn
something
you
do
n't
know
.
Throw
a
spear
.
Swing
a
mace
.
Learn
to
tie
a
decent
knot
.
Save
showing
what
you
're
best
at
until
your
private
sessions
.
Are
we
clear
?
"
says
Haymitch
.
Peeta
and
I
nod
.
"
One
last
thing
.
In
public
,
I
want
you
by
each
other
's
side
every
minute
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
We
both
start
to
object
,
but
Haymitch
slams
his
hand
on
the
table
.
"
Every
minute
!
It
's
not
open
for
discussion
!
You
agreed
to
do
as
I
said
!
You
will
be
together
,
you
will
appear
amiable
to
each
other
.
Now
get
out
.
Meet
Effie
at
the
elevator
at
ten
for
training
.
"
I
bite
my
lip
and
stalk
back
to
my
room
,
making
sure
Peeta
can
hear
the
door
slam
.
I
sit
on
the
bed
,
hating
Haymitch
,
hating
Peeta
,
hating
myself
for
mentioning
that
day
long
ago
in
the
rain
.
It
's
such
a
joke
!
Peeta
and
I
going
along
pretending
to
be
friends
!
Talking
up
each
other
's
strengths
,
insisting
the
other
take
credit
for
their
abilities
.
Because
,
in
fact
,
at
some
point
,
we
're
going
to
have
to
knock
it
off
and
accept
we
're
bitter
adversaries
.
Which
I
'd
be
prepared
to
do
right
now
if
it
was
n't
for
Haymitch
's
stupid
instruction
that
we
stick
together
in
training
.
It
's
my
own
fault
,
I
guess
,
for
telling
him
he
did
n't
have
to
coach
us
separately
.
But
that
did
n't
mean
I
wanted
to
do
everything
with
Peeta
.
Who
,
by
the
way
,
clearly
does
n't
want
to
be
partnering
up
with
me
,
either
.
I
hear
Peeta
's
voice
in
my
head
.
She
has
no
idea
.
The
effect
she
can
have
.
Obviously
meant
to
demean
me
.
Right
?
but
a
tiny
part
of
me
wonders
if
this
was
a
compliment
.
That
he
meant
I
was
appealing
in
some
way
.
It
's
weird
,
how
much
he
's
noticed
me
.
Like
the
attention
he
's
paid
to
my
hunting
.
And
apparently
,
I
have
not
been
as
oblivious
to
him
as
I
imagined
,
either
.
The
flour
.
The
wrestling
.
I
have
kept
track
of
the
boy
with
the
bread
.
It
's
almost
ten
.
I
clean
my
teeth
and
smooth
back
my
hair
again
.
Anger
temporarily
blocked
out
my
nervousness
about
meeting
the
other
tributes
,
but
now
I
can
feel
my
anxiety
rising
again
.
By
the
time
I
meet
Effie
and
Peeta
at
the
elevator
,
I
catch
myself
biting
my
nails
.
I
stop
at
once
.
The
actual
training
rooms
are
below
ground
level
of
our
building
.
With
these
elevators
,
the
ride
is
less
than
a
minute
.
The
doors
open
into
an
enormous
gymnasium
filled
with
various
weapons
and
obstacle
courses
.
Although
it
's
not
yet
ten
,
we
're
the
last
ones
to
arrive
.
The
other
tributes
are
gathered
in
a
tense
circle
.
They
each
have
a
cloth
square
with
their
district
number
on
it
pinned
to
their
shirts
.
While
someone
pins
the
number
12
on
my
back
,
I
do
a
quick
assessment
.
Peeta
and
I
are
the
only
two
dressed
alike
.
As
soon
as
we
join
the
circle
,
the
head
trainer
,
a
tall
,
athletic
woman
named
Atala
steps
up
and
begins
to
explain
the
training
schedule
.
Experts
in
each
skill
will
remain
at
their
stations
.
We
will
be
free
to
travel
from
area
to
area
as
we
choose
,
per
our
mentor
's
instructions
.
Some
of
the
stations
teach
survival
skills
,
others
fighting
techniques
.
We
are
forbidden
to
engage
in
any
combative
exercise
with
another
tribute
.
There
are
assistants
on
hand
if
we
want
to
practice
with
a
partner
.
When
Atala
begins
to
read
down
the
list
of
the
skill
stations
,
my
eyes
ca
n't
help
flitting
around
to
the
other
tributes
.
It
's
the
first
time
we
've
been
assembled
,
on
level
ground
,
in
simple
clothes
.
My
heart
sinks
.
Almost
all
of
the
boys
and
at
least
half
of
the
girls
are
bigger
than
I
am
,
even
though
many
of
the
tributes
have
never
been
fed
properly
.
You
can
see
it
in
their
bones
,
their
skin
,
the
hollow
look
in
their
eyes
.
I
may
be
smaller
naturally
,
but
overall
my
family
's
resourcefulness
has
given
me
an
edge
in
that
area
.
I
stand
straight
,
and
while
I
'm
thin
,
I
'm
strong
.
The
meat
and
plants
from
the
woods
combined
with
the
exertion
it
took
to
get
them
have
given
me
a
healthier
body
than
most
of
those
I
see
around
me
.
