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We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then… for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion. I must have loved you a lot. You did.


She’s a liar! She’s some kind of mutt the capitol created to use against the rest of us!She killed my friends. My family. She’s a mutt! A mutt! She’s a stinking mutt!

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Yes, victors are our strongest. They’re the ones who survived the arena and slipped the noose of poverty that strangles the rest of us. They, or should I say we, are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion.