For the first time in years, I remain completely sober.
My eyes are fixated by the television screen; on the table, several telephones sit, one of them almost always buzzing with sponsors eager to donate to their cause.
I watch them closely, planning carefully – each gift must be selected with great precision and presented with flawless timing.
I cannot deny that I am attached to this pair and normally, this would just cause me to drink more.
But no, not for these two.
They're fighters, this year. And with my help, both of them could return to District Twelve alive.