“What made you think of feeding the tributes?”
“Ever since the reaping, I keep imagining I'm one of them…They read my name. I walk to the stage. Now they've cuffed me. Now they're hitting me for no reason. Now I'm on the train, in the dark, starving, alone except for kids I'm supposed to kill. Now I'm on display, with all these strangers bringing their children to stare at me through the bars. ..."
— Feb 17, 2025 08:46AM
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