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"
I
'm
not
good
at
lying
,
"
I
say
.
"
Well
,
you
better
learn
fast
.
You
've
got
about
as
much
charm
as
a
dead
slug
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
Ouch
.
That
hurts
.
Even
Haymitch
must
know
he
's
been
too
harsh
because
his
voice
softens
.
"
Here
's
an
idea
.
Try
acting
humble
.
"
"
Humble
,
"
I
echo
.
"
That
you
ca
n't
believe
a
little
girl
from
District
Twelve
has
done
this
well
.
The
whole
thing
's
been
more
than
you
ever
could
have
dreamed
of
.
Talk
about
Cinna
's
clothes
.
How
nice
the
people
are
.
How
the
city
amazes
you
.
If
you
wo
n't
talk
about
yourself
,
at
least
compliment
the
audience
.
Just
keep
turning
it
back
around
,
all
right
.
Gush
.
"
The
next
hours
are
agonizing
.
At
once
,
it
's
clear
I
can
not
gush
.
We
try
me
playing
cocky
,
but
I
just
do
n't
have
the
arrogance
.
Apparently
,
I
'm
too
"
vulnerable
"
for
ferocity
.
I
'm
not
witty
.
Funny
.
Sexy
.
Or
mysterious
.
By
the
end
of
the
session
,
I
am
no
one
at
all
.
Haymitch
started
drinking
somewhere
around
witty
,
and
a
nasty
edge
has
crept
into
his
voice
.
"
I
give
up
,
sweetheart
.
Just
answer
the
questions
and
try
not
to
let
the
audience
see
how
openly
you
despise
them
.
"
I
have
dinner
that
night
in
my
room
,
ordering
an
outrageous
number
of
delicacies
,
eating
myself
sick
,
and
then
taking
out
my
anger
at
Haymitch
,
at
the
Hunger
Games
,
at
every
living
being
in
the
Capitol
by
smashing
dishes
around
my
room
.
When
the
girl
with
the
red
hair
comes
in
to
turn
down
my
bed
,
her
eyes
widen
at
the
mess
.
"
Just
leave
it
!
"
I
yell
at
her
.
"
Just
leave
it
alone
!
"
I
hate
her
,
too
,
with
her
knowing
reproachful
eyes
that
call
me
a
coward
,
a
monster
,
a
puppet
of
the
Capitol
,
both
now
and
then
.
For
her
,
justice
must
finally
be
happening
.
At
least
my
death
will
help
pay
for
the
life
of
the
boy
in
the
woods
.
But
instead
of
fleeing
the
room
,
the
girl
closes
the
door
behind
her
and
goes
to
the
bathroom
.
She
comes
back
with
a
damp
cloth
and
wipes
my
face
gently
then
cleans
the
blood
from
a
broken
plate
off
my
hands
.
Why
is
she
doing
this
?
Why
am
I
letting
her
?
