[She nods. There are a number of faces she's starting to recognize. Not just from the journals now, but from more of a day-to-day routine around the village.
There's no hiding it. She's stuck in the village now. But it's better for Rue. Easier for Peeta. She'll survive. She always does.]
Peeta couldn't live in the treehouse. Not with his leg.
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There's no hiding it. She's stuck in the village now. But it's better for Rue. Easier for Peeta. She'll survive. She always does.]
Peeta couldn't live in the treehouse. Not with his leg.