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“I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”

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“Yes. Look, if I don’t make it back —” he begins. “Don’t talk like that. I didn’t drain all that pus for nothing,” I say. “I know. But just in case I don’t —” he tries to continue. “No, Peeta, I don’t even want to discuss it,” I say, placing my fingers on his lips to quiet him. “But I —” he insists. Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words.

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“Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?” I say. “I don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It’s not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.” 

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Peeta in Catching Fire

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