48.
After a whole afternoon of napping and a complete night of sleep only interrupted by the occasional nightmare – Haymitch’s as it had turned out – Effie felt refreshed. She had gotten out of bed that morning full of that restless energy that had always made Haymitch groan in his pillow so she had gone to work on sorting through the belongings she had gotten back from the penthouse.
The shoes were all staying, there was no question.
But the dresses…
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