Kill or be Killed (a hunger games fanfic)
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Last published Sat, Nov 1, 2014
Where hope is found and lives are lost, where victory rises and bodies drop, where blades unite and souls depart...this is the 83rd annual hungergames, a place where tributes do not want to be.
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