The people begin to point at us eagerly as they recognize a tribute train rolling into the city. I step away from the window, sickened by their excitement, knowing they can't wait to watch us die. But Peeta holds his ground, actually waving and smiling at the gawking crowd. He only stops when the train pulls into the station, blocking us from their view.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. "Who knows?" he says. "One of them may be rich."
people begin to point at us eagerly as they a rolling the step away from the sickened by they to watch us holds his waving and at the only stops when the train pulls the us from their
sees me at him and he of may be
