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My mother said, ”It looks like District 12 may finally have a winner.” But she wasn’t talking about me. She was talking about you.
The train finally begins to slow and suddenly bright light floods the compartment. We can’t help it. Both Peeta and I run to the window to see what we’ve only seen on television, the Capitol, the ruling city of Panem. The cameras haven’t lied about its grandeur.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
