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"
And
nothing
like
myself
,
"
I
say
.
I
hug
her
,
because
I
know
these
next
few
hours
will
be
terrible
for
her
.
Her
first
reaping
.
She
's
about
as
safe
as
you
can
get
,
since
she
's
only
entered
once
.
I
would
n't
let
her
take
out
any
tesserae
.
But
she
's
worried
about
me
.
That
the
unthinkable
might
happen
.
I
protect
Prim
in
every
way
I
can
,
but
I
'm
powerless
against
the
reaping
.
The
anguish
I
always
feel
when
she
's
in
pain
wells
up
in
my
chest
and
threatens
to
register
on
my
(
ace
.
I
notice
her
blouse
has
pulled
out
of
her
skirt
in
the
back
again
and
force
myself
to
stay
calm
.
"
Tuck
your
tail
in
,
little
duck
,
"
I
say
,
smoothing
the
blouse
back
in
place
.
Prim
giggles
and
gives
me
a
small
"
Quack
.
"
"
Quack
yourself
,
"
I
say
with
a
light
laugh
.
The
kind
only
Prim
can
draw
out
of
me
.
"
Come
on
,
let
's
eat
,
"
I
say
and
plant
a
quick
kiss
on
the
top
of
her
head
.
The
fish
and
greens
are
already
cooking
in
a
stew
,
but
that
will
be
for
supper
.
We
decide
to
save
the
strawberries
and
bakery
bread
for
this
evening
's
meal
,
to
make
it
special
we
say
.
Instead
we
drink
milk
from
Prim
's
goat
,
Lady
,
and
eat
the
rough
bread
made
from
the
tessera
grain
,
although
no
one
has
much
appetite
anyway
.
At
one
o'clock
,
we
head
for
the
square
.
Attendance
is
mandatory
unless
you
are
on
death
's
door
.
This
evening
,
officials
will
come
around
and
check
to
see
if
this
is
the
case
.
If
not
,
you
'll
be
imprisoned
.
It
's
too
bad
,
really
,
that
they
hold
the
reaping
in
the
square
-
one
of
the
few
places
in
District
12
that
can
be
pleasant
.
The
square
's
surrounded
by
shops
,
and
on
public
market
days
,
especially
if
there
's
good
weather
,
it
has
a
holiday
feel
to
it
.
But
today
,
despite
the
bright
banners
hanging
on
the
buildings
,
there
's
an
air
of
grimness
.
The
camera
crews
,
perched
like
buzzards
on
rooftops
,
only
add
to
the
effect
.
People
file
in
silently
and
sign
in
.
The
reaping
is
a
good
opportunity
for
the
Capitol
to
keep
tabs
on
the
population
as
well
.
Twelve
-
through
eighteen-year-olds
are
herded
into
roped
areas
marked
off
by
ages
,
the
oldest
in
the
front
,
the
young
ones
,
like
Prim
,
toward
the
back
.
Family
members
line
up
around
the
perimeter
,
holding
tightly
to
one
another
's
hands
.
But
there
are
others
,
too
,
who
have
no
one
they
love
at
stake
,
or
who
no
longer
care
,
who
slip
among
the
crowd
,
taking
bets
on
the
two
kids
whose
names
will
be
drawn
.
Odds
are
given
on
their
ages
,
whether
they
're
Seam
or
merchant
,
if
they
will
break
down
and
weep
.
Most
refuse
dealing
with
the
racketeers
but
carefully
,
carefully
.
These
same
people
tend
to
be
informers
,
and
who
has
n't
broken
the
law
?
I
could
be
shot
on
a
daily
basis
for
hunting
,
but
the
appetites
of
those
in
charge
protect
me
.
Not
everyone
can
claim
the
same
.
