Goodbye Capitol

I'm on top of the world.

I rush out of my workplace, the Capitol Undercover Agency disguised as a normal office building, trying so painfully hard to hide my joy. I have to slap myself in the face in order to sustain a neutral expression.

I have to get home.

I attempt walking, then fast walking, but then my legs take over all rational thought and I start running home. Everyone on the street is noticing my unusual behavior. I usually have either a casual stroll, or a strong stomp with a motive. Now I'm running around like some wimp from the Hunger Games.

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