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But
I
know
better
.
After
the
anthem
,
the
tributes
file
back
into
the
Training
Center
lobby
and
onto
the
elevators
.
I
make
sure
to
veer
into
a
car
that
does
not
contain
Peeta
.
The
crowd
slows
our
entourages
of
stylists
and
mentors
and
chaperones
,
so
we
have
only
each
other
for
company
.
No
one
speaks
.
My
elevator
stops
to
deposit
four
tributes
before
I
am
alone
and
then
find
the
doors
opening
on
the
twelfth
floor
.
Peeta
has
only
just
stepped
from
his
car
when
I
slam
my
palms
into
his
chest
.
He
loses
his
balance
and
crashes
into
an
ugly
urn
filled
with
fake
flowers
.
The
urn
tips
and
shatters
into
hundreds
of
tiny
pieces
.
Peeta
lands
in
the
shards
,
and
blood
immediately
flows
from
his
hands
.
"
What
was
that
for
?
"
he
says
,
aghast
.
"
You
had
no
right
!
No
right
to
go
saying
those
things
about
me
!
"
I
shout
at
him
.
Now
the
elevators
open
and
the
whole
crew
is
there
,
Effie
,
Haymitch
,
Cinna
,
and
Portia
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
says
Effie
,
a
note
of
hysteria
in
her
voice
.
"
Did
you
fall
?
"
"
After
she
shoved
me
,
"
says
Peeta
as
Effie
and
Cinna
help
him
up
.
Haymitch
turns
on
me
.
"
Shoved
him
?
"
"
This
was
your
idea
,
was
n't
it
?
Turning
me
into
some
kind
of
fool
in
front
of
the
entire
country
?
"
I
answer
.
"
It
was
my
idea
,
"
says
Peeta
,
wincing
as
he
pulls
spikes
of
pottery
from
his
palms
.
"
Haymitch
just
helped
me
with
it
.
"
