THG tip™ #5 You are not a piece in anyone’s Games. Be you.
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I am the mockingjay.
Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.
Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head.
“Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?” says Caesar.
Peeta sighs. “Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping.”
Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to.
“She have another fellow?” asks Caesar.
“I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her,” says Peeta.
“So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?” says Caesar encouragingly.
“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning … won’t help in my case,” says Peeta.
“Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified.
Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because… because… she came here with me.”
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One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn’t mattered.
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Desde el momento en que llegamos a esta vida, el tiempo nos gobierna, lo medimos, lo señalamos, pero no podemos vencerlo, ni siquiera hacerle ir más aprisa, ni más despacio… o ¿si podemos? ¿No hemos experimentado todos la sensación de que los momentos preciosos pasan demasiado aprisa, y deseado que duraran más, o se ha parado el tiempo en un día gris y hemos deseado que corriera más?
