[She's back in her clothes. Clothes she's picked out. Cato? Cato is never allowed to pick out clothes for her without help. Not ever.
...Still, she's kept the dress. It's a nice reminder.
She'll hang it up when they go back to the village.
Technically, both Careers are still at the camp. Clove is awake, spooning out some of the heated lamb stew for breakfast, dipping pieces of bread left over from the dinner last night to get what clings to her bowl. She's not starving. She can get more, but it's about savoring those bites, enjoying it.
As much as she can.
She didn't let it get to her yesterday. How could she? Cato was trying so hard to make everything right. She couldn't ruin it for him by thinking about how much of an impossibility this was. She wasn't really seventeen. She never would be. She had died at sixteen in the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games.
...But it's nice to turn seventeen. Even if it doesn't really matter.]
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...Still, she's kept the dress. It's a nice reminder.
She'll hang it up when they go back to the village.
Technically, both Careers are still at the camp. Clove is awake, spooning out some of the heated lamb stew for breakfast, dipping pieces of bread left over from the dinner last night to get what clings to her bowl. She's not starving. She can get more, but it's about savoring those bites, enjoying it.
As much as she can.
She didn't let it get to her yesterday. How could she? Cato was trying so hard to make everything right. She couldn't ruin it for him by thinking about how much of an impossibility this was. She wasn't really seventeen. She never would be. She had died at sixteen in the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games.
...But it's nice to turn seventeen. Even if it doesn't really matter.]