3- The return of Effie

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I stared at the note in disbelief, haymitch in the capitol? It was a miracle. He promised never to go there again becuase of what 'those people' did to us. I was so shocked, mind you, I swear there was always a little something between haymitch and Effie but I never really looked into it, not until now atleast.

I was just about to set off home when I saw a hoard of reporters swarming at me like tracker jackers. tracker jackers. glimmer. tree. sting. rue. young. reaping. prim. I was In a looping flashback. all of a sudden I was layed on the floor in the midst of a deep absent panic attack. I knew what was happening but I couldn't get up. I heard the flicks of the camera and the loud voices. I heard it but I couldn't respond, I couldn't ward them off. it was like sleep paralysis but more intense, more horrifying, all of a sudden my brain drifted off... darkness filled my eyes and I fell asleep.

'Get off her this instance you bleeding mutt bags!'
I recognized that voice, I knew I did, but the question was where from.
'Move yourselves right now or you will get a golden heel to the face you morons!'
Effie. It was Effie I could hear. And A gruff mumbling sound repeating the word 'exactly' after every word that left Effie's mouth, Haymitch. It was Effie and haymitch I could hear! All of a sudden I was being lifted up and carried through a room. It smelt like cigars and beverages, like haymitch. I felt safe, and my eyes were heavy, I fell into a deep sleep on what felt like a table, a mahogany table...

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