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Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
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the magic begins » Favorite Friendship Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
the magic begins » Favorite Friendship Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
the magic begins » Favorite Friendship Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
the magic begins » Favorite Friendship Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
the magic begins » Favorite Friendship Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
the magic begins » Favorite Friendship Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!…The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!…Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”
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4 Smiles for Katniss

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4 Smiles for Katniss
4 Smiles for Katniss
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Detention 2012

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Detention 2012
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Effie Trinket’s inner thoughts.

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Effie Trinket’s inner thoughts.
Effie Trinket’s inner thoughts.
Effie Trinket’s inner thoughts.
Effie Trinket’s inner thoughts.
Effie Trinket’s inner thoughts.
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jvh1988:

Tom

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jvh1988: Tom
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He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.”
I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd.
All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.

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He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.” I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.” I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.” I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.” I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.” I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.
He sees me staring at him and shrugs. “Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.” I have misjudged him. I think of his actions since the reaping began. The friendly squeeze of my hand. His father showing up with the cookies and promising to feed Prim… did Peeta put him up to that? His tears at the station. Volunteering to wash Haymitch but then challenging him this morning when apparently the nice-guy approach had failed. And now the waving at the window, already trying to win the crowd. All of the pieces are still fitting together, but I sense he has a plan forming. He hasn’t accepted his death. He is already fighting hard to stay alive. Which also means that kind Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me the bread, is fighting hard to kill me.