We're marching on.
“But you cannot be eighty!”
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Among the familiar evening sounds of the woods, my ears register a low hum. Then I know. It’s a wasp nest. Fear shoots through me, but I have enough sense to keep still. After all, I don’t know what kind of wasp lives there. It could be the ordinary leave-us-alone-and-we’ll-leave-you-alone type. But these are the Hunger Games, and ordinary isn’t the norm. More likely they will be one of the Capitol’s mutations tracker jackers.
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