One of Coin’s men lays a hand on my arm. Its not an aggressive move, really, but after the arena’s I react defensively to any unfamiliar touch. I jerk my arm free and take off running down the halls. My mind does a quick inventory of my odd little hiding places and i wind up in the supply closet, curled up against a crate of chalk.

One of Coin’s men lays a hand on my arm. Its not an aggressive move, really, but after the arena’s I react defensively to any unfamiliar touch. I jerk my arm free and take off running down the halls. My mind does a quick inventory of my odd little hiding places and i wind up in the supply closet, curled up against a crate of chalk.

– Suzanne Collins –

Mockingjay

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