To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed. And more than once, I have turned in the school hallway and caught his eyes trained on me, only to flit away. I feel like I owe him something. Oh, well, I think. There are twenty-four of us. Odds are someone will kill him before I do.
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