[She shrugs. It's always there, the memories. Never fully below the surface. Every time she falls asleep, they're there. Dead children haunting her dreams. Muttations slinking in the background, ready to kill. Every morning, she wakes up screaming. That'll never change. She doubts that she'll ever sleep peacefully, not like she had when Peeta was here.
It's what she's used to. Punishment, she thinks, that she still deserves.]
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It's what she's used to. Punishment, she thinks, that she still deserves.]
It's okay.