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Image and video hosting by TinyPic A little bit of everything in life.

"You’re alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.

Am I a prude?