Suddenly you hear a voice from your left. You here to rescue me, sweetheart? It’s Peeta’s voice. He sounds very hoarse and weak. You whip around, scanning the muddy bank for him, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Peeta? You whisper. Where are you, Peeta? You step in the direction of the voice. Well, don’t step on me. Peeta says. You jump back. His voice was right under your feet. His eyes open, unmistakably blue in the mud caked over his face.
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