The Baker Boy

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*Peeta's P.O.V*

She sits there,

Her tears mixed with the rain.

Or is the rain crying with her?

I don't know why

I don't know what happened

But she looks so...thin, so helpless

The girl I love.

I burnt the bread,

the crumbs mixing with the fire.

Or is the fire just kissing it?

I know what

I know what I must do

But my mother...she hits me.

I throw the bread.

I throw the bread to the girl I love.

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