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"
There
must
be
a
mistake
.
How
.
how
could
that
happen
?
"
I
ask
Haymitch
.
"
Guess
they
liked
your
temper
,
"
he
says
.
"
They
've
got
a
show
to
put
on
.
They
need
some
players
with
some
heat
.
"
"
Katniss
,
the
girl
who
was
on
fire
,
"
says
Cinna
and
gives
me
a
hug
.
"
Oh
,
wait
until
you
see
your
interview
dress
.
"
"
More
flames
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Of
a
sort
,
"
he
says
mischievously
.
Peeta
and
I
congratulate
each
other
,
another
awkward
moment
.
We
've
both
done
well
,
but
what
does
that
mean
for
the
other
?
I
escape
to
my
room
as
quickly
as
possible
and
burrow
down
under
the
covers
.
The
stress
of
the
day
,
particularly
the
crying
,
has
worn
me
out
.
I
drift
off
,
reprieved
,
relieved
,
and
with
the
number
eleven
still
flashing
behind
my
eyelids
.
At
dawn
,
I
lie
in
bed
for
a
while
,
watching
the
sun
come
up
on
a
beautiful
morning
.
It
's
Sunday
.
A
day
off
at
home
.
I
wonder
if
Gale
is
in
the
woods
yet
.
Usually
we
devote
all
of
Sunday
to
stocking
up
for
the
week
.
Rising
early
,
hunting
and
gathering
,
then
trading
at
the
Hob
.
I
think
of
Gale
without
me
.
Both
of
us
can
hunt
alone
,
but
we
're
better
as
a
pair
.
Particularly
if
we
're
trying
for
bigger
game
.
But
also
in
the
littler
things
,
having
a
partner
lightened
the
load
,
could
even
make
the
arduous
task
of
filling
my
family
's
table
enjoyable
.
I
had
been
struggling
along
on
my
own
for
about
six
months
when
I
first
ran
into
Gale
in
the
woods
.
It
was
a
Sunday
in
October
,
the
air
cool
and
pungent
with
dying
things
.
I
'd
spent
the
morning
competing
with
the
squirrels
for
nuts
and
the
slightly
warmer
afternoon
wading
in
shallow
ponds
harvesting
Katniss
.
The
only
meat
I
'd
shot
was
a
squirrel
that
had
practically
run
over
my
toes
in
its
quest
for
acorns
,
but
the
animals
would
still
be
afoot
when
the
snow
buried
my
other
food
sources
.
Having
strayed
farther
afield
than
usual
,
I
was
hurrying
back
home
,
lugging
my
burlap
sacks
when
I
came
across
a
dead
rabbit
.
It
was
hanging
by
its
neck
in
a
thin
wire
a
foot
above
my
head
.
About
fifteen
yards
away
was
another
.
I
recognized
the
twitch-up
snares
because
my
father
had
used
them
.
When
the
prey
is
caught
,
it
's
yanked
into
the
air
out
of
the
reach
of
other
hungry
animals
.
I
'd
been
trying
to
use
snares
all
summer
with
no
success
,
so
I
could
n't
help
dropping
my
sacks
to
examine
this
one
.
My
fingers
were
just
on
the
wire
above
one
of
the
rabbits
when
a
voice
rang
out
.
"
That
's
dangerous
.
"
I
jumped
back
several
feet
as
Gale
materialized
from
behind
a
tree
.
He
must
have
been
watching
me
the
whole
time
.
He
was
only
fourteen
,
but
he
cleared
six
feet
and
was
as
good
as
an
adult
to
me
.
I
'd
seen
him
around
the
Seam
and
at
school
.
And
one
other
time
.
He
'd
lost
his
father
in
the
same
blast
that
killed
mine
.
In
January
,
I
'd
stood
by
while
he
received
his
medal
of
valor
in
the
Justice
Building
,
another
oldest
child
with
no
father
.
I
remembered
his
two
little
brothers
clutching
his
mother
,
a
woman
whose
swollen
belly
announced
she
was
just
days
away
from
giving
birth
.
"
What
's
your
name
?
"
he
said
,
coming
over
and
disengaging
the
rabbit
from
the
snare
.
He
had
another
three
hanging
from
his
belt
.
