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Peeta's Honeymoon Survival Kit - Epilogue Gale's POV - Haymitch detaches himself from the dry bar when it finally sinks into his thick skull that Bartel won't even supply him with rubbing alcohol on Effie's orders. His face is screwed up like a well-shaved bear who's been stung on the snout by a bee who didn't like him. And I get the funny feeling that we're in for it as he makes a direct line for the banquet table where Madge and I are seated. And I'm right. Haymitch drags out a chair next to me that was abandoned by my brother Rory and slumps down into it, casting a jaundiced eye at the pot of coffee in the center. He pours a cup for him

Part Three Peeta's POV Katniss and I manage to escape through the end of the receiving line amidst a chorus of cheers and crude suggestions. Prim uncovers her ears long enough to hug Katniss and then me, while Mrs. Everdeen pretends she isn't crying again. Wedding guests throw ticker tape made from shredded confidential paper by the handful. Effie, in her new role as wedding planner, says it's the only way they can recycle them. The tiny pieces keep sticking to my lips, eyelashes and hair while I shake hands with our friends. Before we can get sucked back into the fray in the conference room converted into a banquet hall, I hook Katniss's e

Peeta's Honeymoon Survival Kit Part Two Finnick's POV My photo shoot is a bust after the ill treatment I sustained at the hands of minimum wage goons they hired for security. If only the Capitol had known about them. They would have been a perfect addition to the Games. Man was not made to be cast upon concrete floors. Bruises, and rumors of bruises, everywhere on my body from landing on those infernal boxes and crates. I feel like a piece of rotten fruit picked over and forgotten, then eventually thrown out with all the other smelly produce. Whatever happened to customer service? Fortunately, the day isn't a total loss in terms of accomp

Peeta's Honeymoon Survival Kit Part One -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finnick's POV "This little fishy went to market." *kiss* "This little fishy stayed home." *kiss* "This little fishy had roast beef." *kiss* "And this little fishy had none." *kiss* "And this little fishy went bloop bloop bloop..." "Finnick!" Annie giggles in our dark Underground bedroom. "That's not my toe!" "It isn't? Oh…my bad. How about this?" More giggling. "N-no!" *Beep* beep* beep* Damn. I reach out blindly for the nightstand. The alarm clock smashes to the floor, giving one last half-hearted ble