Peeta and I had just won the Hunger Games. A televised fight to the death. My sister, Prim, had been chosen to be in the Games, so I took her place. Now I was at home pagina with her and my mother. Peeta was living in a house near me. We had pretended to be in love for the Games so we would both win. I don’t really love him, but I think that he really does love me. Well, now everything is normal. Prim, my mother, Peeta, and I are fine. Everything is different, though. I had been so used to living in the Seam, that all of these luxuries from winning the Games seem abnormal and foreign to me.
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