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Chapter One It's the day of the Reaping. I need to remind myself every year that this statement isn't true. That fifteen years ago, the Hunger Games turned from an annual horror to just a tragic part of history. I let out a sigh and glance over to the mop of blonde hair lying next to me, gently snoring. Peeta. What would I do without my boy with the bread? I wrap my arms around him, never wanting to let go. We're safe, I think. Lina and Taro will never have to go through the living hell we faced. It's so hard sometimes to reassure myself that things are different than before. That Snow is dead. Coin is, too. But when I remind myself of the