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you can always bleed a little more.
My bones are smouldering / and my knuckles are bloody. Forgive me. Forgive me.
UNKNOWN / UNKNOWN.
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﹙ chapter twenty five, act two ﹚ johanna mason.
presidential mansion, the arena. july, 72 att.
OF ALL PEOPLE, WHOEVER THOUGHT THAT FRIGHTENED LITTLE JOHANNA COULD WIN THE GAMES? Not Caesar Flickerman, who regards her like a bomb ticking away. His words may be pleasant, praising, but Johanna sees the reservation in his eyes. The veiled apprehension. He didn't think he'd be talking to her tonight, that she'd be the survivor of twenty three other tributes. There were times where she didn't, either ─── where she was certain she was going to die.
