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Chapter 4!! :)

Peeta and I take in the scene of our mentor trying to rise out of the slippery vile stuff from his stomach. The reek of vomit and raw spirits almost brings my dinner up. My mother had a book she’d brought with her from the apothecary shop. Next day we were off to school. The woods became our savior and each day i went a little farther into the arms.

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