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Zara . Seventeen . England
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Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart. Peeta raises his eyebrows and I see the knife has already left his hand on its way to the lake where it splashes in the water. I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning in what can only be shame.
No,” he says. “Do it.” Peeta limps toward me and thrusts the weapons back in my hands.
I can’t,” I say. “I won’t.
Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don’t want to die like Cato,” he says.

butthorn:

hey Katniss just hold my hand for like 20 minutes okay 

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