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We're marching on.

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yesterday we were children

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The voice of the crowd rises into one universal scream as we roll into the fading evening lights, but neither one of us reacts. I simply fix my eyes on a point far in the distance and pretend there is no audience, no hysteria. I can’t help catching glimpses of us on the huge screens along the route, and we are not beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. We star-crossed lovers from District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans’ favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses.

We are unforgiving.

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We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the victors of the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark."

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catching fire ± katniss & peeta

“my nightmares are usually about losing you. i’m okay once i realize you’re here.”

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