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The current voice always rises early in the morning.

Mitchell's voice sometimes drowns in his own blood; At other times, Max vows not to die; You rarely hear the sound of coyotes and blood falling from your ear. All he can hear today is the sound of his own tormented voice, screaming at Jack that he wasn't working hard enough to save him. It’s always a pleasure to hold your body by the hand with a sigh in your throat that makes you pull forward with intense breathing and bloodshot eyes. He never realized that he was no longer in danger, that he was no longer in the field, that there was not the same boy from years ago who could sit in a fight and grab the card he wanted. No more than the same girl who took Glamor Kinkade's indigo lipstick, passing it at eleven that Bette didn't want. He wakes up every morning with a cursed breath and a haunted reality that makes him sigh in the dimly lit sky.

Nobody talks when she puts on yesterday's clothes and puts a cup of coffee on her lips. Jack loved the bakery on the corner of the Justice Building since he returned from the Peacekeepers ball. He’s not sure if he needs a cupcake, despite knowing that Jack will leave him in the garden overnight after his father tells him his attitude. Silently, taking his cups and a bottle of water left by his mother, he gives her a sweet kiss on the head as he walks through the door to a place where he no longer feels alone. .

Hands that were previously destroyed are not needed when it finally touches the petals of the zinnia that bloomed at the end. A garden of living plants, which looks at him and shows the weight of both hands. If I could prove it wasn’t as bad as I felt for a few days. He gets there. Little by little he sees the light on the edges of his thoughts. Sometimes the glow is multicolored yellow and the purple bark is bright or the orange-pink bush joins the parchment. The heart of your garden, thorns heavy, but magical in the soft glow of the morning light.

Spices and herbs sit on the other side, behind the flower garden, which is no longer used to hurt hands, but to feed them. He is silent in the morning and waters the new pink, purple, orange, yellow and blue life born of the dust. No one looks at him with bitter eyes. There are no memories of Cedar Halt or Reggie Blume in a spiral. The soft hue of the petals is practically in Mitchell's memory in a meadow on the outskirts of Twelve. Always in his heart, even though too many years have passed, the memory of his brother's words fades with each passing day.

The sound of the back door catches his eye, knowing that someone is entering his garden. Some of the younger siblings spent time smelling fresh flowers. Jack sometimes went out with a book where he read everything and it took a while to be with him. Ever since he got home, Jack has been breathing. Dad was depressed, but so his father tried to help him. Sometimes he remembered, but Carter couldn't blame the pain he felt for a few days.

"Read," Nico's voice makes it easier than ever for Carter. It is necessary to turn a blind eye to the last name, but they both know these have been difficult times. The eyes sometimes avoid theirs and leave some weight in the past that is still between them, but Nico can handle it all the time if he is to feel better. The weight of their own hands was even heavier than the bones they carried. Looking at him, he realizes almost immediately when he sees that something is wrong, but he never puts it into words. He almost puts a smile on his face, but remembers only his own lips and his brother's blood years ago. - I really need some water.

The laughter on his own lips seems almost foreign after months. Nico Thorne stares at Nico Thorne for a moment before the boy falls dramatically, causing Carter to smile softly at him. He silently took the glass his mother had prepared for him in the morning and could cool his hands for a moment in the cell of melted ice. The straw hat finally comes out of his head and the fresh air cools his sweat-soaked hair. A look into the eyes of the rose bush, blooming with orange and red roses. The aroma of life fills her senses as she listens to Nico Thorne and her eyes dive into warm brown magazines.

"That and something more than the spices you gave me. I thought ten must have taken some of mine because there was no way I could finish it this fast." Of all the people in Panem, ten of them took more spices. Chuckle opened his lips as he leaped to the ground beside Nico, staring across the street to sunflower oil, knowing that next year would be more. Maxwell was in deep thought as he drank in the wasted eyes of Nico Thorne. Some days are harder than others. He had studied it for years. Nico seems to be an anomaly in his own mind these days. The burdens of their hands together do more harm than good to good, but they still stand again and again.

Reggie Blume is the Maxwell of Nico.

"Yes, I have more for you." Fingers pushing against her own hair as she stared at her colon now. The hat returns when he stays in place for a while and looks at Nico Thorne, figuring out what Nico Thorne looks like and trying to pick out what feels different about him today. "Lavender finally bloomed yesterday." Those words sounded on her lips as she stared at the purple flowers that sent a beautiful fragrance throughout the garden. Her hands twitched in front of her knees as she rested her chin on them and stared at the beauty of the life she had created. Tears almost flowed in sadness and happiness, but she held them back as she let the truth she wanted to know leave her lips.

- How are you, Nico?

Great care in his voice, where others expect hatred. Nico Thorne was a tricky winner with taller walls than the others, but Carter knew what it felt like to be alone. Carter knew what it was like to hate yourself. Nico was the weapon used by the capital. That was the only truth. Jack could believe what he wanted, but Carter knew Nico was harder than the others. Positioned in a way that squeezes Nico to the side of the floor, he can feel how the air is different. It's as if Carter doesn't feel alone again. The tips of his fingers almost touch Nico as Carter lets out a breath and waits for an answer.

The scent of lavender is mixed with the glow of the sun.

Everything seemed different.

He jumped.

Auburn woke up, took the morning star in his hand and saw it. The wind blew in his ears and he didn't hear a bell. This tomb looks like a real oak. For him, this very beautiful house was covered with seeds and the pressure of the stones was quickly blown away by the wind.

Then he saw that the man in the red cloak had come to his door - no, not the red cloak; The color should be white but Kahn’s entire body (including the eyes) (including the legs) is in the blood.

what the hell

"Who killed you?" Kahinta called. His eyes blinked between him and the grave. He checks.

Tungsten th - "column". Kahinta, however, will be remembered or insulted by the same name.

"I have John Wayne."

Well, it’s interesting. Auburn whistled that it was the murder of John Wayne and that he was proud of not having an opponent ... now he was dead. In the catacombs, white robes are condemned through blood. My hand is straight to hell and very happy. He began to wonder who had saved them here before, but abandoned the idea. However, he may have to work hard to find the answer.

"Do you know who survived?"

He passed by the remains of a tomb called Auburn Kahinta. Maybe some girls were killed at random or by business girls and then ...

"... You."

He ran. He wondered, what did he do, walk through the finals and avoid threatening the dog with powdery mildew? Why did he hit here eight days before he died?

In his view, Kahinta led the uprising and used his nose to stop activities for the regional unity that would be lost forever. . He waits in his small temple to give a class or two to repent and rejoice.

Kahinta stood behind him and as the boots began to follow him he saw other men approaching: Jade and five girls, I mau union made traps. Genting Ana answered the question of who went. Kahinta turns to Jade and returns new maps of the world, but the time it takes for Jade to take over is the sword that stabbed Kahinta's ear. head.

Some wanted to laugh at Kahinta for criticizing him, but most of the time he was angry with Jade. That he needs a few days, and why should he worry?

Kahna walked around and stepped aside and looked at the director’s morning star.

“The wind is coming back,” he shouted. "He's my killer!"