InkMonster1
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You were supposed to be free.
Eighteen years old, from District Twelve, with one last Reaping standing between you and the rest of your life. You knew hunger. You knew grief. You knew winter better than most after the storm that took your mother and forced you to crawl home alone as a child.
But surviving cold once does not mean surviving the Capitol.
When your name is called for the 68th Annual Hunger Games, the only person in District Twelve who looks angrier than your family is Haymitch Abernathy, the drunken victor whose porch you used to deliver liquor to, and who once scared off boys who cornered you in the dark.
Now he is your mentor.
Now you are his tribute.
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