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Peeta
blushes
beet
red
and
stammers
out
.
"
Because
.
because
.
she
came
here
with
me
.
"
For
a
moment
,
the
cameras
hold
on
Peeta
's
downcast
eyes
as
what
he
says
sinks
in
.
Then
I
can
see
my
face
,
mouth
half
open
in
a
mix
of
surprise
and
protest
,
magnified
on
every
screen
as
I
realize
,
Me
!
He
means
me
!
I
press
my
lips
together
and
stare
at
the
floor
,
hoping
this
will
conceal
the
emotions
starting
to
boil
up
inside
of
me
.
"
Oh
,
that
is
a
piece
of
bad
luck
,
"
says
Caesar
,
and
there
's
a
real
edge
of
pain
in
his
voice
.
The
crowd
is
murmuring
in
agreement
,
a
few
have
even
given
agonized
cries
.
"
It
's
not
good
,
"
agrees
Peeta
.
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
think
any
of
us
can
blame
you
.
It
'd
be
hard
not
to
fall
for
that
young
lady
,
"
says
Caesar
.
"
She
did
n't
know
?
"
Peeta
shakes
his
head
.
"
Not
until
now
.
"
I
allow
my
eyes
to
flicker
up
to
the
screen
long
enough
to
see
that
the
blush
on
my
cheeks
is
unmistakable
.
"
Would
n't
you
love
to
pull
her
back
out
here
and
get
a
response
?
"
Caesar
asks
the
audience
.
The
crowd
screams
assent
.
"
Sadly
,
rules
are
rules
,
and
Katniss
Everdeen
's
time
has
been
spent
.
Well
,
best
of
luck
to
you
,
Peeta
Mellark
,
and
I
think
I
speak
for
all
of
Panem
when
I
say
our
hearts
go
with
yours
.
"
The
roar
of
the
crowd
is
deafening
.
Peeta
has
absolutely
wiped
the
rest
of
us
off
the
map
with
his
declaration
of
love
for
me
.
When
the
audience
finally
settles
down
,
he
chokes
out
a
quiet
"
Thank
you
"
and
returns
to
his
seat
.
We
stand
for
the
anthem
.
I
have
to
raise
my
head
out
of
the
required
respect
and
can
not
avoid
seeing
that
every
screen
is
now
dominated
by
a
shot
of
Peeta
and
me
,
separated
by
a
few
feet
that
in
the
viewers
'
heads
can
never
be
breached
.
Poor
tragic
us
.
