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"
What
's
that
?
"
I
ask
.
I
'm
not
sure
what
our
current
approach
is
.
Trying
to
appear
mediocre
in
front
of
the
other
tributes
is
the
last
bit
of
strategy
I
remember
.
Haymitch
shrugs
.
"
Peeta
has
asked
to
be
coached
separately
.
"
Betrayal
.
That
's
the
first
thing
I
feel
,
which
is
ludicrous
.
For
there
to
be
betrayal
,
there
would
have
had
to
been
trust
first
.
Between
Peeta
and
me
.
And
trust
has
not
been
part
of
the
agreement
.
We
're
tributes
.
But
the
boy
who
risked
a
beating
to
give
me
bread
,
the
one
who
steadied
me
in
the
chariot
,
who
covered
for
me
with
the
redheaded
Avox
girl
,
who
insisted
Haymitch
know
my
hunting
skills
.
was
there
some
part
of
me
that
could
n't
help
trusting
him
?
On
the
other
hand
,
I
'm
relieved
that
we
can
stop
the
pretense
of
being
friends
.
Obviously
,
whatever
thin
connection
we
'd
foolishly
formed
has
been
severed
.
And
high
time
,
too
.
The
Games
begin
in
two
days
,
and
trust
will
only
be
a
weakness
.
Whatever
triggered
Peeta
's
decision
-
and
I
suspect
it
had
to
do
with
my
outperforming
him
in
training
-
I
should
be
nothing
but
grateful
for
it
.
Maybe
he
's
finally
accepted
the
fact
that
the
sooner
we
openly
acknowledge
that
we
are
enemies
,
the
better
.
"
Good
,
"
I
say
.
"
So
what
's
the
schedule
?
"
"
You
'll
each
have
four
hours
with
Effie
for
presentation
and
four
with
me
for
content
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
You
start
with
Effie
,
Katniss
.
"
I
ca
n't
imagine
what
Effie
will
have
to
teach
me
that
could
take
four
hours
,
but
she
's
got
me
working
down
to
the
last
minute
.
We
go
to
my
rooms
and
she
puts
me
in
a
full-length
gown
and
high-heeled
shoes
,
not
the
ones
I
'll
he
wearing
for
the
actual
interview
,
and
instructs
me
on
walking
.
The
shoes
are
the
worst
part
.
I
've
never
worn
high
heels
and
ca
n't
get
used
to
essentially
wobbling
around
on
the
balls
of
my
feet
.
But
Effie
runs
around
in
them
full-time
,
and
I
'm
determined
that
if
she
can
do
it
,
so
can
I
.
The
dress
poses
another
problem
.
It
keeps
tangling
around
my
shoes
so
,
of
course
,
I
hitch
it
up
,
and
then
Effie
swoops
down
on
me
like
a
hawk
,
smacking
my
hands
and
yelling
,
"
Not
above
the
ankle
!
"
When
I
finally
conquer
walking
,
there
's
still
sitting
,
posture
-
apparently
I
have
a
tendency
to
duck
my
head
-
eye
contact
,
hand
gestures
,
and
smiling
.
Smiling
is
mostly
about
smiling
more
.
Effie
makes
me
say
a
hundred
banal
phrases
starting
with
a
smile
,
while
smiling
,
or
ending
with
a
smile
.
By
lunch
,
the
muscles
in
my
cheeks
are
twitching
from
overuse
.
"
Well
,
that
's
the
best
I
can
do
,
"
Effie
says
with
a
sigh
.
"
Just
remember
,
Katniss
,
you
want
the
audience
to
like
you
.
"
"
And
you
do
n't
think
they
will
?
"
I
ask
.
