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"It will cost extra for the dog to accompany you."

"I can not see without him." 

"But it will cost extra," the station guard says, "you have to fill out these additional forms as well." Flak grabs it with slender fingers, Chew sitting to their right looking between them and the guard. This was cursed- guns and gangs and "where do I sign." The hardest part of it all would be getting to it. 

Pension. Start the bloodletting. They want time, they get time, that's how the world works in Panem. Flak is another body on the conveyor belt of capitalism, it's something they've learned a long time ago. Do you never want to start some hell? Simply because you can, or can not; however you wish to look at it, there is no real difference. 

Let's get acquainted, what is a good starting point? 

Probably the library. Before the shoot out. 

Yes, before.

That is much better. 

Ever since then, it's been papers and jargon, words I've read and never said aloud. The law decides I am in debt to it; who decides the law? A life so tortured, I don't think there's much judication left at this point; the librarian would ask me what I want out of life. I'd read it on margins, all these grand ideas of places that only exist in Cambria and Times New Roman. 

I want to see it all. 

Well, I would like to see, first and foremost, but I want to greet the world on the otherside of this train ride, the rest is just busy work. I'm a delinquent, so that means I get to do labor work in the district of guns and teenage deaths. 

Sounds perfect. 

Anything else I should know?