[ Peeta swallows. This feels normal. And foreign. The pieces sometimes add up, and sometimes they don't. Right now it's somewhere in between and the frustration settles in because he thought there was something changing about that.
his hands have burn scars on them too.
Real. ]
I'm not. [ it's whispered ]
They want me to fight for them. Like thirteen wanted me to fight for them.
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his hands have burn scars on them too.
Real. ]
I'm not. [ it's whispered ]
They want me to fight for them. Like thirteen wanted me to fight for them.