One of us has to die. I really care for Peeta. I don't want him to die. But he doesn't want to live without me. The Game makers said if two from one district lived until the end they can both win. But no. one of us has to die. This is just an example of how twisted the Capitol is.
The berries! The poisonous berries. We could always kill ourselves. Together we could both lose and have no winner. My hands are shaking. I reach in the pouch. I didn't want it to end like this. But wait. We could put them in our mouth and not chew! See if they let us both win instead of no winner! I hope Peeta will agree. He better agree.
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