All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.
All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.
It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.
Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous ...
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