Heather M Jones-Lancto

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In the last moments, she releases her grip enough to lock her pinkie around mine. Looking, I think, for a final confirmation of the promise we made to each other. I nod so she knows I understand and that I will try my best to bring the Capitol down, although I have never felt so powerless in my entire life.
Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)
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