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out my hand to him。 Cinna encloses it in both of his。 And this is how we sit until a pleasant female voice announces itˇs time to prepare for launch。
Still clenching one of Cinnaˇs hands; I walk over and stand on the circular metal plate。 ¨Remember what Haymitch said。 Run; find water。 The rest will follow;〃 he says。 I nod。 ¨And remember this。 Iˇm not allowed to bet; but if I could; my money would be on you。〃
¨Truly?〃 I whisper。
¨Truly;〃 says Cinna。 He leans down and kisses me on the forehead。 ¨Good luck; girl on fire。〃 And then a glass cylinder is lowering around me; breaking our handhold; cutting him off from me。 He taps his fingers under his chin。 Head high。
I lift my chin and stand as straight as I can。 The cylinder begins to rise。 For maybe fifteen seconds; Iˇm in darkness and then I can feel the metal plate pushing me out of the cylinder; into the open air。 For a moment; my eyes are dazzled by the bright sunlight and Iˇm conscious only of a strong wind with the hopeful smell of pine trees。
Then I hear the legendary announcer; Claudius Templesmith; as his voice booms all around me。
¨Ladies and gentlemen; let the Seventy…fourth Hunger Games begin!〃
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Sixty seconds。 Thatˇs how long weˇre required to stand on our metal circles before the sound of a gong releases us。 Step off before the minute is up; and land mines blow your legs off。 Sixty seconds to take in the ring of tributes all equidistant from the Cornucopia; a giant golden horn shaped like a cone with a curved tail; the mouth of which is at least twenty feet high; spilling over with the things that will give us life here in the arena。 Food; containers of water; weapons; medicine; garments; fire starters。 Strewn around the Cornucopia are other supplies; th
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