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I
look
more
critically
at
the
design
on
Peeta
's
arm
.
The
alternating
pattern
of
light
and
dark
suggests
sunlight
falling
through
the
leaves
in
the
woods
.
I
wonder
how
he
knows
this
,
since
I
doubt
he
's
ever
been
beyond
the
fence
.
Has
he
been
able
to
pick
this
up
from
just
that
scraggly
old
apple
tree
in
his
backyard
?
Somehow
the
whole
thing
-
his
skill
,
those
inaccessible
cakes
,
the
praise
of
the
camouflage
expert
-
annoys
me
.
"
It
's
lovely
.
If
only
you
could
frost
someone
to
death
,
"
I
say
.
"
Do
n't
be
so
superior
.
You
can
never
tell
what
you
'll
find
in
the
arena
.
Say
it
's
actually
a
gigantic
cake
-
"
begins
Peeta
.
"
Say
we
move
on
,
"
I
break
in
.
So
the
next
three
days
pass
with
Peeta
and
I
going
quietly
from
station
to
station
.
We
do
pick
up
some
valuable
skills
,
from
starting
fires
,
to
knife
throwing
,
to
making
shelter
.
Despite
Haymitch
's
order
to
appear
mediocre
,
Peeta
excels
in
hand-to-hand
combat
,
and
I
sweep
the
edible
plants
test
without
blinking
an
eye
.
We
steer
clear
of
archery
and
weightlifting
though
,
wanting
to
save
those
for
our
private
sessions
.
The
Gamemakers
appeared
early
on
the
first
day
.
Twenty
or
so
men
and
women
dressed
in
deep
purple
robes
.
They
sit
in
the
elevated
stands
that
surround
the
gymnasium
,
sometimes
wandering
about
to
watch
us
,
jotting
down
notes
,
other
times
eating
at
the
endless
banquet
that
has
been
set
for
them
,
ignoring
the
lot
of
us
.
But
they
do
seem
to
be
keeping
their
eye
on
the
District
12
tributes
.
Several
times
I
've
looked
up
to
find
one
fixated
on
me
.
They
consult
with
the
trainers
during
our
meals
as
well
.
We
see
them
all
gathered
together
when
we
come
back
.
Breakfast
and
dinner
are
served
on
our
floor
,
but
at
lunch
the
twenty-four
of
us
eat
in
a
dining
room
off
the
gymnasium
.
Food
is
arranged
on
carts
around
the
room
and
you
serve
yourself
.
The
Career
Tributes
tend
to
gather
rowdily
around
one
table
,
as
if
to
prove
their
superiority
,
that
they
have
no
fear
of
one
another
and
consider
the
rest
of
us
beneath
notice
.
Most
of
the
other
tributes
sit
alone
,
like
lost
sheep
.
No
one
says
a
word
to
us
.
Peeta
and
I
eat
together
,
and
since
Haymitch
keeps
dogging
us
about
it
,
try
to
keep
up
a
friendly
conversation
during
the
meals
.
It
's
not
easy
to
find
a
topic
.
Talking
of
home
is
painful
.
Talking
of
the
present
unbearable
.
One
day
,
Peeta
empties
our
breadbasket
and
points
out
how
they
have
been
careful
to
include
types
from
the
districts
along
with
the
refined
bread
of
the
Capitol
.
The
fish-shaped
loaf
tinted
green
with
seaweed
from
District
4
.
The
crescent
moon
roll
dotted
with
seeds
from
District
11
.
Somehow
,
although
it
's
made
from
the
same
stuff
,
it
looks
a
lot
more
appetizing
than
the
ugly
drop
biscuits
that
are
the
standard
fare
at
home
.
