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"Haymitch?" I call out, stepping through the doorway and into the corridor. I didn't bother knocking, if I did he probably wouldn't answer and his door was always open anyway. From what I could see the house looked moderately clean so I assumed someone had been in and tidied it, somehow I couldn't imagine Haymitch with a little feather duster going around and sweeping the place up. "Haymitch?" I called again, there was a grunt of response from down the hallway, so that's where I headed. Pushing open the door I could see Haymitch sitting at the table, a three quarter full bottle of liquor beside him. When I walked in he didn't bother looking

10 Years Later- Chapter 8 By GothKoala439 I trudge through thick brambles, thorns, and garbage in order to get to the other side. In my silk party dress, this is definitely not a good idea, but what other choice do I have? I have to find him. Peeta's name bounces off the walls of my skull and around my head, filling it with one thought, and one name. I have to find him. I have to. Beside me, Irene has gotten through her patch of brambles and junk and is waving me on. There isn't even a scratch on her face, a tear or patch of dirt on her dress. How do women like her keep themselves so perfect? I look down at my own dress. It's scratched