I spend the rest of the reaping 일 locked in my room, huddled in a ball, trying not to think of Peeta and the painful, dreadful days to come. My mother never tries to talk to me 또는 intrude on me; she must know how I feel, because she loves Peeta too.
When it's suppertime, all she does is crack my door open and slip the plate of 음식 onto my bedside 표, 테이블 and run back out. I don't eat much of the 물고기 또는 green beans, just pick microscopic pieces of the 음식 off and play with it, bored.
When the lights go out and noises cease, I whimper softly into my pillow. Could it really have been this afternoon...
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