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ODE *TO* A HAGGIS GINA DID U LEARN NOTHING

IT'S ALL GAELIC TO ME.

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oDE ON A HAGGIS

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     It's night when he finds the house, nestled away in the middle of an orchard      less than a mile away from where his truck ran out of gas. It's as good a place      as any, and knowing well the need to avoid spending the night as a sitting      duck in the middle of the road with no escape if he's surrounded, he'd opted      for seeking the safety of a barricaded door and the potential restock of supplies      an abandoned house could provide. But that's not to say he's careless enough      to think that a house abandoned of the living could still be empty -- not when      the dead now walk. Gun raised in shaking hands and flickering torch providing      a much needed stream of (albeit dim) light, the old drunk takes careful steps      across creaking floorboards, his heart racing with more fear and adrenaline      with each door he hesitantly pushes open. There are no signs of life in the old      house, but he knows by now the dead can lurk silent in the shadows until the      foolish living disturb them. He's not ready to be a dead man's midnight snack,      so when he spies a movement in the darkness, his finger's ready on the trigger.

               "Come on then, you son of a bitch."

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"If you had the chance to redo something                 would you?"

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       ❝  okay, I admit it. that               was a bad idea. ❞

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             After what she found  last time she pushed  her way              past the guards to a restricted area,  Katniss makes              a  point of finding ways  into anyplace  out of which               the District Thirteen higher-ups seem determined to              keep her.  This blocked off part of the hospital ward,               for example,  she's managed to bribe  Johanna with               a few hits off  her own morphling drip  to cause a bit               of a ruckus so she can sneak past.

             But there's no way Katniss could have predicted the               figure she finds  lying prone  on crisp  white  hospital              sheets, tiny form clearly broken and malnourished. 

                          Incredible.                                                                  Impossible.

             She breathes the name, soft as the promise she was               unable  to keep  back when  they were  in the  arena.

                          “—-Rue?”