This chapter is dedicated to my darling little friend, Brooke, who I accidentally let slip what was going to happen. Also, an honorable mention to Haleigh, who also helped me. Love you both. (:

Someone reviewing a chapter or two ago said something along the lines of "We need something good to happen because all of this sadness is depressing me" or something like that. Well, ENJOY.

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I looked from the paper to Elizabeth, a frown forming on my face. A nervous twitch had begun growing in my stomach, and I wiped one of my eyes with my free hand before looking back up.

"What do you mean?" I swallowed, hard. "What do you need to show me?"

She took the yellow notepad back and wrote on it again.

It's more like a…who.

"Then, who do you need to show me?" In my head, I wondered who she could possibly need to show me. Could this be where she brings me to a room and locks me in it, and it turns out to hold President Snow in it? Highly unlikely, but things have been going too easily lately. I wouldn't be surprised if something horrible went wrong right about now.

The young Avox girl looked uneasy, like she shouldn't be telling me, and she bit the top of her pen. Slowly, she brought the tip of the pen down and drew out more words.

If Mr. Hawthorne knew I was telling you, he'd have me sent away.

My chest deflated a little. "Then don't tell me, by all means."

I began standing up, using a broken broom as support, but Elizabeth stopped me. Before either of us could stop her, she scribbled something hastily and shoved it into my hands.

I know where they're keeping Peeta.

All of the air whooshed out of my lungs, and I sank back down to the ground. His name filled my head, some questions, some exclamations, some just repeating over and over… Peeta. He's here. He's here?

"Gale said he'd release them," I choked, shivering into a tight ball in the corner of the closet. "He said he let them go. He lied, he lied." My lips moved with inaudible words. "Peeta's here… Peeta's here. He's here. Where?" I sat up suddenly, snapping my head back to the young girl kneeling in front of me, looking guilty and frightened, and clutching her crumpled notepad in one hand.

Room 623 in the sector next to the library.

"Where's the library?"

Fifth floor.

I stood up this time, bringing Elizabeth up with me, and embraced her tightly around the shoulders. "Thank you," I murmured against her sweet-smelling hair, and let go. "If anyone asks, I'm still missing." And leaving her standing there, looking like the world had ended, I ran out of the closet at full speed, with no thoughts other than seeing Peeta again.

The library wasn't hard to find, and getting there wasn't the problem either. It was trying to turn the doorknob of Peeta's room. After struggling up three flights of mostly-abandoned stairs and having to ask two different people where the library was and deciding which sector next to it the right sector was, I stood in front of the pale-mahogany door marked with the tiny gold numbers: 623.

Part of me thoughts that it was the wrong door. There was no sign on it saying "stay out", no iron bar over it. It simply looked like a door. Maybe Elizabeth was wrong. Or maybe she changed her mind and wrote the wrong number at the last second. But my gut told me no; this was the right door.

My heart was thudding so fast, and my stomach was doing flips and lunges. Come on. You've been waiting four months to see Peeta. What's stopping you now? But deep down, I knew what was stopping me. The guilt of what I have done was greater than almost anything I'd ever felt. How could I tell him? And if I didn't tell him, how could I live with myself?

"It probably isn't even the right door," I muttered to myself, attempting to gather the strength to reach over and take the doorknob.

I did. But it wouldn't turn. The tumblers clicked and rattled as I tried turning it again, but it was obviously locked. Maybe it was the right door after all. But why would it be locked from the inside? Furrowing my brows, I leaned a little closer to inspect the brass doorknob closer, and upon inspection, I saw a little switch on the side. So it locks from the outside. That's more likely. Okay, this is the right door. That didn't help my nerves any.

Before I could regret it, I switched the button and pushed the door open. My heart was throbbing so loud in my ears, I couldn't hear anything else.

At first I thought the room was empty. It was less fancy than my own by far, but still large and well-appointed. A short hallway with a door leading into the bathroom was what I walked through before getting into the actual bedroom. A four-poster was pushed against the left wall, next to a desk, and on the other side was a bookshelf with dozens of books. A huge window let light shatter the thick carpet, displaying a view of a shining metropolitan area. I knew what it was; I didn't need to look any longer. My eyes peeled from the cityscape back across the room.

Then I saw him.

On the other side of bed, on the floor, I could see a halo of blond hair sticking up from the top of the bed. It looked cleanly washed, which surprised me. In fact, this whole situation surprised me. Why was Peeta getting taken care of so well?

Swallowing, I took a step around the bed, and then another.

"You already asked me today, Priam. You know my answer," Peeta said suddenly.

I was frozen in place when I heard his voice. It was broken and sadder than I've ever heard, like it'd been exposed to crying more than it should have. I shivered in place, unable to keep my eyes from Peeta as he gripped the edge of the bed to stand. His back was to me, but the slump of his shoulders was apparent even from behind.

Peeta stood still for a second, as if listening for my departing footsteps. Shaking his drooped head slightly, Peeta began turning around. "I said, you kn—"

Familiar, beautiful blue eyes fell upon mine and his mouth popped open, a moment of dumbfounded silence freezing him in place.

When walking down the corridor, I'd planned what I would say. Step-by-step I had figured exactly what would happen, a routine to stick to so I wouldn't burst out in tears and do something irrational (again). But all of that went down the drain when I saw the look on Peeta's face when he saw me.

My heart split, the shards falling into my feet. And suddenly he was with me. Arms lifted me off the ground, gripping me as tight to him as possible. My skin sparked where he touched me. I clung to his body, fists around the material of his shirt. I couldn't see anything through the shoulder my face was buried in, but I didn't need to.

Peeta, Peeta, Peeta… I wasn't sure if the words came from my mouth, but I was thinking them. I couldn't even feel my own body anymore. All I felt was him and the tears falling from both of our eyes.

I don't know how long we stood there. Neither of us moved, but I felt the rhythm of his heart in the side of his neck where my own face was pressed. I wasn't sure how long we stood there, but it wasn't long enough. When I felt his hands loosen from my back, I lifted my head and felt exactly how much I'd been crying.

His face was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Though stretched from months of pain, his eyes were shining brighter than a full moon, and his tears were stars falling from his face. I couldn't look away from him, even if I'd wanted to.

"Are you actually…" he whispered, "…here?"

I slipped my hands over his, which were on both of my cheeks. "I promise. I promise Peeta, I—" a sob choked my throat and I looked away, leaning my forehead on his chest.

Peeta kept stroking my face, fingers trailing on my neck and hair and cheeks.

"He didn't let you go." The words came from my mouth before I even knew it, and a sudden wave of anger rushed into my throat, making me look back up again. "What are you doing here? Why are you still here?"

'Confusion' wasn't even strong enough for the way Peeta's face was contorted. His hands fell from my face and his mouth opened as if to say something. Nothing came out but a little puff of air.

"Oh, Peeta, I didn't mean it that way," I moaned. Just what I needed—another thing to feel guilty about. Attempting to swallow more tears, I reached up to cup his face in my hands. But no words would surface as I stared into his eyes.

Peeta looked down at the floor, and then back up to me. "I guess we have a lot to talk about."

I didn't want to talk. Talking usually led to finding things out I didn't want to find out. Instead of saying anything, I just put my arms around him again and pressed my lips to his cheek gently. "I missed you."

"I'd say that for you, too, but it would be an understatement." He was moving his fingers gently, on my back and sides, cradling me to him. "You have no idea…" Peeta pulled away from me to rest our foreheads together, and I saw his eyes fall down to my abdomen. A huge smile spread across his face, wiping away the sadness in his eyes almost immediately.

"I went to the doctors this morning, Peeta," I said. Part of my mind questioned the relevance, but it was completely relevant. At his questioning look, I twined my fingers around his fingers and smiled back a real, genuine smile.

Peeta bit his lip to keep from looking too incredibly excited, but it failed miserably. "And?"

"I-I forgot the picture, but…" A sinking feeling slowly materialized in my stomach and I furrowed my brows and dropped my gaze. "…There is…so much to tell you."

"Here," Gently, Peeta curled his arm around my waist and guided me to the bed. We stretched out side-by-side together, fingers laced between us. "Tell me everything."

His smile gave me the strength I needed, so I did. Or at least, began.

I started out when I woke up. Seeing Elizabeth, knowing she was an Avox. Apparently, I had just confirmed Peeta's suspicions, because he just sucked in a breath and looked away, face in pain and scrunched.

"She is the one who told me where you were," I said quietly, knowing that I owed her more than I could ever repay. My hand tightened on his and I took a breath. "When I first saw her, when I first woke up, I…I knew that the only thing I wanted to do was to find you and get out of there. I didn't know what was wrong about letting her take me to whoever she wanted to."

"Stupid thinking on your part," Peeta pointed out matter-of-factually, and then offered a small smile.

I just rolled my eyes at him, bitter thoughts filling my head. "I know that. But I'm not done."

"Sorry."

I let a long pause follow. My teeth dug into the fragile skin of my cheek as I tried to think of how to say it. Peeta already hated Gale enough. This was just another reason. After swallowing, I took another breath. "Well, she took me, and I-I—" My voice suddenly broke and I sucked in a sharp lungful of air, feeling saltwater itch my eyes. "It's…"

Peeta slipped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap, pressing his face against my hair. "It's Snow, isn't it?"

"No." I gratefully nestled into his chest and allowed myself a moment to close my eyes against his shirt, against the world. Then I told him. Everything spilled out so suddenly, I didn't give Peeta a chance to say anything before I launched into the story Gale told me about how he came to be the leader.

The arms around me went rigid when Peeta heard the name, and he let out a low hiss through his teeth.

"I know it shouldn't be this way," My voice was incredibly shaky, breaking every few syllables, "but I-I almost…" Tears blurred my eyes over once again and I hiccupped into his shirt. "I almost forgave him. He…he told me things… I wanted to be his friend again, but…"

Peeta said nothing still, clenching and unclenching his fists against my back. It took a few more seconds for him to calm himself down with a mouthful of air, and let it out slowly against my neck. "Talk about something else. Please."

It almost shocked me into silence how he didn't rant, but I knew that only meant he was beyond angry. I sniffed sadness back up and twisted my head to see his face. It was tight, but he obviously trying to contain his anger. When I kissed him on the cheek again, he seemed to cool a fraction.

"What about?"

Peeta blinked, thinking for a moment, and then reached around me to slip his fingers onto my stomach. Though his tight expression took a few minutes to be erased, it was in the end. "How about your little…bun in the oven?"

I almost laughed, because he was a baker, and I have a…

I let slip onto the smallest of smiles. "He's cooking, that's for sure."

"Was everything okay this morning?" He pressed his lips to my temple. "I wanted to be there…"

"It was alright, I guess." I shrugged slightly, letting the memory come back. "I could see him…so tiny…"

Squeezing me to him briefly, Peeta let out a little sigh. "You're going to have to show me that picture some time."

"Yeah…" My smile slowly turned into frown. "I…left it with Gale. I-I got upset and ran, leaving the picture…"

"And how is he taking this?" Despite everything, the bitterness and loathing was very much apparent in his voice, sour like unripe grapes and black like the sky. "Is he hurting you? Since he obviously knows you're pregnant with my baby?"

This choked up my throat. I couldn't tell him, I couldn't. The offensive taste of guilt made drops of water slam their ways out of my eyes and a strangled sob pass my lips. It was all-consuming, self-loathing like boiling water filling every little good feeling I had until there was none. I shivered, feeling alone and empty once again.

Peeta hugged me again, this time fierce and protective. "He is hurting you, that bastard. I'm going to kill him. I'm g—"

"He isn't hurting me," I cried, gripping my arms around my chest and shuddering again. "He isn't hurting me. I-I did something…something terrible…"

"I'm sure you didn't, K—"

"I did." I pulled gently away from his arms and looked at him with such severe, self-condemning brutality his brows puckered. "I did, Peeta. If you…If you knew, you wouldn't want to be with me…" Feeling my shoulders trembling, I hung my head so as not to look him in the eyes anymore. "If you knew…" I felt like a monster. I didn't deserve Peeta's love. I didn't deserve his anything.

"Stop that, Katniss." Peeta's voice was soft and gentle, breaking through the layer of misery inside my head, and I felt him fold me into his chest again. The blankets from his bed were loosened and folded around me, trapping us together in a veil of warmth. "Nothing you do will ever make me not want to be with you. I love you more than anything. I forgive you, whatever you did. I'll always forgive you."

Stupid boy… I closed my eyes against his shoulder, letting for just one second me to indulge in his sweetness. "Something terrible…"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said softly, curling the end of my braid around one of his fingers.

This is what I loved about Peeta, if not everything about him. It was impossible not to.

Letting the covers slide off my shoulders, I sat up on my knees and wrapped both of my arms around his neck. Our hair tangled together as I embraced him, feeling tears of appreciation leak out of my eyes. He held me back. I felt his fingers grip his shirt on my lower back, holding me to him, and I could feel his nose brush the curve of my jaw.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, absentmindedly stroking a piece of his blond hair back. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize," Peeta said, as always, and pulled me away from him to look at me with a glowing sort of pride, love and admiration setting a twinkle into his eyes. "You're here with me, and that's all I care about right now. You and little Peeta junior are safe."

Leaning closer again, I smiled against his cheek. "Still set on a boy?"

"Of course."

I kissed him. He tasted as he always did, like the first ray of summer sunshine and a warm bakery. Three months without his kisses, I got seriously deprived. This made it on the top three best kisses we've ever had, and it only got better when I felt Peeta's laugh tickle my lips.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Peeta broke away, only an inch, but I could still feel his grin. "And I love you more than anything."

Curling myself against him, I nuzzled my face into his collarbone and slipped my hand around his. "I love you, too, Peeta…"

For a moment, I forgot where we were. The Capitol didn't rise back to power. Gale was dead again (as harsh as it may seem). We were back at home in our bed, huddled under the covers together. It was the best feeling in the world.

"Mm… Hey, Katniss?" Peeta said against my hair, which was escaping from its braid.

"Yes?"

"How long can you stay?"

The moment was over. Letting out a sigh, I shifted upright and rubbed one of my eyes. "I don't know. They're probably out looking for me right now."

He made a curious, sympathetic face and touched my cheek. "What happened?"

"When I got out of the doctors, I sort of…had a breakdown." There was no other way to explain it. I blushed slightly. "And I ran and hided in some closet where no one was. Deserted hallway. I hid there until Elizabeth found me. I told her everything, and apparently she felt bad for me because she told me where you were—even though it could mean serious punishment for her." I rubbed some dried tears off of one of my cheeks. "If Elizabeth hadn't told Gale, then they're most likely still out searching for me."

Peeta's brows furrowed. "…Do you think they'll suspect here and come to check?"

I didn't mean to, but I let out a short, resentful laugh. "I doubt it. Gale lied to me and said he let everyone go. He'd think I didn't know about you… All of the victors he'd captured, he said that he released them already. Months ago."

"He did, Katniss."

I did a double take, frowning deeply.

"When I first woke up after we got caught," Peeta began, "I was in a row of prison cells. Finnick was in the cell next to mine, actually."

"Finnick?" I covered my mouth with my hand. Though I hated admitting it, I'd forgotten about him. "Was he alright?"

"Yeah, he was fine." He got a funny face on, and shrugged slightly. "Not half an hour after I woke, though, officials came in and took the rest of them away to a fleet of hovercrafts to take them home."

My throat got choked up. He could have escaped, gone home. And yet… "Why are you still here?"

He shrugged a second time and gave me a small smile. "I couldn't leave you."

"Peeta Mellark!" I slapped him on the shoulder, words harsh and louder than they should have been. Not a second later, remorse flooded me and I shrank against him, snuggling into the blankets against his body, shaking. "You gave up your only chance of freedom to be locked up in one room for five years. Idiot boy."

"Hold that thought." Peeta put his finger to my lips. "I want to know why five years, but first I need to say that I get a choice every day."

I scowled around the finger on my mouth.

"Every day, this creepy Capitol man comes and asks me if I want to leave. Every time I say no. I refuse to leave my pregnant wife in the hands of the Capitol, with or without me. I'm only leaving if you leave with me."

Gulping down more shame, I crossed my arms and muttered, "Stupid, selfless Peeta…"

"That's right." The grin on Peeta's face was brief before turning back serious. "But back to what you said. Five years? Is that just an exaggeration? I hope?"

"Nope." I grimaced, and told him about the conversation Gale and I had on the balcony those few months ago. With every passing sentence, Peeta's frown grew deeper and angrier. By the time I was done telling him all about the 5-year deal, he was almost purple.

"No," he said, shaking his head violently. "No. Absolutely not. We're going to find a way out, w—"

"You're not understanding me, Peeta." Though I didn't want to, I argued. "There is no way out—for me—except for this. You have no idea how…clingy he's been."

"'There's no way out'," Peeta scoffed in disgust, looking a little disappointed in me. "You're Katniss Everdeen, the Girl who was on Fire. You don't give up that easily."

I scowled defensively, crossing my legs underneath me. "I'm not giving up. I'm letting what's happening happen. I'm pregnant, I'm tired, and I don't feel like fighting. I feel like pretending everything's fine while I figure things out."

"You can't just…" he paused, wrinkling his nose, "…pretend nothing's wrong. First off, I don't want to do this for five years, this sneaking around in my room which I'm stuck in. Room-arrest is maybe tolerable, for a good cause." He reached out to squeeze my hand. "But if it can be helped…"

I was no longer able to look him in the eyes. "…I don't want to talk about this right now, Peeta. I have enough on my mind."

To my surprise, he didn't reach out to comfort me. Peeta kept hold of my hand, but just scowled in the opposite direction, looking angrier at the world than at me. I hated him being like that because it looked so alien on his always-good-natured town-boy face. He almost never scowled or looked particularly mad. It broke my heart seeing him like this.

Sighing apologetically, I scooted back next to him and put my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorr—"

"Just stop apologizing," Peeta said all of a sudden, letting out a noise of annoyance. But when he looked over at me, his face was forgiving and soft, just so lost. "It's not your fault. We'll figure this out. I didn't mean to stress you out, Katniss." He flicked me in the head affectionately, allowing a sad smile to touch his lips. "You don't need any more on your plate. It'd just be best if we breathed for now, and maybe even sent you on your way before Priam gets back and discovers you."

I glowered. "I don't want to go back yet… I'm going to risk just a few more minutes. This is the first time we've seen each other in three months."

He laughed. "As if you need to tell me." Peeta leaned his own head against mine, Lips barely brushing the skin of my temple. "You have no idea how much self-discipline it's taking to sit here with you and behave, after all this time of worrying and being without you."

I had to fight to keep the miniscule smile off of my face, but I didn't do very well. "Why do you? Behave, I mean. There aren't any security cameras around. No one would know."

Peeta's nose crinkled up as smirk cracked across his face. "I don't want to risk anything, love. Especially with the condition you're in." He poked me in the stomach with a finger and I bit my lip to try and not smile back.

"It couldn't hurt anything," I protested, crossing my arms over my chest and grinning at him challengingly. "How could it possibly hurt?"

"I said no." Peeta laughed.

"Whatever…" I stretched out my arms briefly before sliding my legs off of his bed and getting up with a groan. "I'm using your bathroom." When I heard Peeta chuckle quietly to himself as I was walking away, I turned back briefly to roll my eyes at him. "It's unbelievable how much pee that can come out of one person in a single day when you're pregnant." And with that, I closed the door of the bathroom to separate Peeta's chuckles and my own silent smile.

"So, tell me about the few months you've been here." Peeta tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I stopped you before you could tell me too much before."

We had been laying there in his bed for a while. My back was to his chest and his arms were curled around my waist, and we were both sunk under his covers deep. Of course, we were both still clothed. That was obvious and simple, Peeta keeping to his word but not refraining from laughing about it every few minutes. I wasn't that disappointed about it. Maybe not disappointed at all. It didn't matter, just as long as he was with me.

Rolling slightly in his arms, I let out a breath. "I don't know what to tell you…"

He laughed quietly. "We're in the Capitol. There should be at least something to tell. Surely the Mockingjay doesn't get to waltz around being unnoticed."

Bitterness made my nose wrinkle. "I don't know about that one. Gale claims that no one here actually wants to kill me, but I'm not sure I believe him. He hasn't exactly been truthful to me lately."

Both of us knew that the topic of Gale was touchy. Beyond touchy, really. Dangerous. It was obvious Peeta was trying not to act as though he was too terribly bothered, but the tone of his voice betrayed his feelings.

"So, what, you just get the run of the place?"

"Not exactly…" I glanced over at the half-open window on the other side of the room and saw the tops of buildings through the corner of my eyes. "I wander around this building, sure. He's never told me I can't. I haven't gone outside to see the town yet, though."

Peeta scoffed in disgust and tightened his arms around me. "He's horrible. I wish I could do something to help…"

Rolling onto my other side to face him, I wriggled deeper under the covers. "You are, trust me. I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad, too." A grin slipped onto Peeta's face and he kissed me on each of my cheeks. "I'd never leave you."

"You're going to have to eventually, you know that, right?"

The truth was hard to tell and hard to face. We both knew that we couldn't do this forever, no matter how nice it was. Sooner or later they're going to find out I've been visiting him, and Gale wouldn't be happy at all. Yet…he tells me that he doesn't have me here for romantic purposes, and I make my own decisions, and he won't do anything to directly upset me, blah blah blah. If he found out, it could be a test of exactly how much of what he said was true. Would he sacrifice my trust for his word?

Peeta didn't seem to be thinking too far into it as I was, and he tucked my head under his chin. "Only when you do."

"I'm not letting you stay in the same room for five years, Peeta. It's torture. There's no way that's helping if I have any say about it."

"As long as you come visit me, I'm alright with it." He squeezed me once and pulled away to cup my face in his hands, and I could see no upset in the calm blue of his irises. "You're all I need."

"Stupid boy," I muttered, and wound my arms around his neck tightly, attempting to swallow imminent sobs. "I'm not letting it happen, whether you're alright with it or not. I'll be fine here; I'm in no immediate danger."

"Three months almost killed me, Katniss. You're not going to let me be selfish and want to stay because I need you?"

I didn't answer this. It seemed as though both of us thought we were selfish, when in reality, there was no real answer. We wouldn't leave each other, and that's that. There must be a compromise…

Peeta's lips just barely brush the skin in front of my right ear. "Besides, I don't want another man raising my child."

I could almost feel my chest being torn in two. I tried to take in normal breaths but they were shaky and uneven. I felt ashamed for crying when I knew he was right. He was right from the beginning, but my obstinacy wouldn't let me have the benefit of the doubt. It would do us no good trying to find the right way out of here.

"I guess we're actually able to blame the hormones this time, right?" Peeta attempted to speak lightly with humor, but the tightness in his voice was obvious. When I just turned away and buried my face in my sleeve, he tutted sympathetically and hugged me to him again. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. Never mind, okay? There's plenty of time to work everything out. Don't mind me."

Still, I didn't speak in fear of saying something groundless or rude.

"I really am sorry, Katniss." Peeta kissed me on the forehead.

"I should go…" I mumbled, peeling one of my eyes open to glance sideway up at Peeta. "What time is it?"

He propped himself up on one arm and stretched to look behind him at the clock on the wall. "Eleven."

I flopped back down on my face, wanting to snuggle back under the covers and not get up for another few days. "I should really go. They're probably freaking out…"

"Who cares?" Peeta laughed quietly to himself and tucked his arm back around my waist.

"I'll come again soon, okay?" I wriggled out of his arms and heaved myself upright. "I promise. The second I get the chance."

"He probably won't let you," Peeta said resentfully, scooting to the edge of the bed along with me. "You've been gone for, what, fourteen hours?"

"Something like that. I'll find a way," I swore, letting him fold me into his arms again when we stood up.

He tucked my head under his chin. "I love you."

Feeling a little knob form in my throat again, I closed my eyes against the world. "I love you, too."

Keeping our fingers laced, we took the few steps towards the door together, but I was too chicken to pass through just yet.

"Be strong." Peeta carefully undid my untidy braid and began redoing it. "I'll be here all week, okay?"

When he was done braiding, I leaned up onto my toes and pressed my lips gently on his.

"Hey," Peeta said, taking my face in his hands. "It'll be okay." His thumbs wiped under each of my eyes and I blinked away another set of tears.

"I know…" I took a deep breath, looking away and straightening my shirt. "I know. I'll find out what I can and I'll come back."

"Be careful."

The last thing I saw was his worried face peeking through a crack in the door before slipping into the shadows of the empty corridor.

I walked for another few minutes, but it was only until then I realized just how tired I was. Heaviness weighed my feet down so as where it was even harder to walk than usual. I only made it down one floor before crawling into the nearest closet and falling into a dreamless sleep.

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I know, I know. It wasn't near as fluffy and sweet as I would have had it. But what can I say? I'm rusty, all this time spent without Peeta's deliciousness has hurt me.

Peeta will be with us until further notice now. I know you guys were expecting no less than that. But-no one hate me—he'll only be here until maybe…chapter 13? Something like that.

Another thing, if anyone has any ideas of how Kat could possibly escape, by all means, tell me. Because I have no idea. I've been thinking and thinking, but nothing makes SENSE.

Anyways, thanks everyone, and have a good…whatever. End-of-November or something.

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