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“Who did this?”

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         Head turned away. She could see but if her fingers grazed the sensitive area it would send chills down his spine. She really did not have to worry about him. This always seemed to happen. The favorite was always thrown down in the dirt unable to get up, bruised and bloodied. He continued with tying the knots in a new net he was making, the other he had worn out in the past few years. Hands yanking at the end of the rope hard, creating a slight burning sensation to his palm.

         “ ---I made a mistake. ”

         It was a start to an explanation. A smile was appearing on his lips, though it was not sincere. It was filled with sadness and pain, emotional pain for the physical he could always deal with, he always had a way of enduring it after the games. 

         “ I visited my family today, and as you can tell--it didn’t go so well. I made another mistake in their eyes. Just---can’t be PERFECT unlike I am at the Capitol. ” A chuckle that almost gave away that he was upset, tears were b u r n i n g in his eyes thinking about how his family had deserted him when it was known how flamboyant of a man he became after the games. They never were able to understand and he could not talk them through it. So when he just went to give them some extra supplies, money--it went south with a physical fight with his father and harsh words spat at him. 

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