Peeta and I congratulate each other; another awkward moment. We've both done well, but what does that mean for the other? I escape to my room as quickly as possible and burrow down under the covers. The stress of the day, particularly the crying, has worn me out. I drift off, reprieved, relieved, and with the number 11 still flashing behind my eyelids.
and each awkward both but what that mean for the to my room as as and burrow down the of the the has worn me and the 11 flashing behind my
