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“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,”
You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug,”
Poor tragic us.
“You are a fool,” Haymitch says in disgust. “Do you think he hurt you? That boy just gave you something you could never achieve on your own.”
You were about as romantic as dirt until he said he wanted you. Now they all do. You’re all they’re talking about. The star-crossed lovers from District Twelve!”
Star-crossed lovers. Haymitch is right, they eat that stuff up in the Capitol. Suddenly I’m worried that I didn’t react properly.
“I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.”
Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. “Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.”
Oh no you didn’t 😠😠😠
“And remember this. I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.”
“Truly,” says Cinna. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “Good luck, girl on fire.”
Rue’s eyes have fluttered shut. Her chest moves but only slightly. My throat releases the tears and they slide down my cheeks. But I have to finish the song for her.
“Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”
“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask. “A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says.
“Who can’t lie, Peeta?” I say, even though he can’t hear me. It doesn’t matter. The rest of Panem can.
