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A Short Story : The Story Of Katniss

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Gale knows it's wretched to think so, but he wishes it was his leg, not dough boy’s that got blown off. Truthfully, in the end, it doesn’t even matter that Mellark gets shipped home before him- he had already won Katniss’s heart, if her lengthy letters to baker boy and two-liners to him were any indication. Still, he sulks, lazing in his cot as his battalion waits for the orders that’ll ship them from the French countryside and into some action where he’ll be able to shoot some fascists again. “You still dilly dallying?” Thom, his best mate asks, lifting up the tent flap and coming in. He’s holding a stack of envelopes in his hand. Gale had forgotten today was mail day, especially since Katniss had stopped writing. He’ll just pick up his mail later. “Shut up,” is all Gale says as he closes his eyes again. He isn’t in the mood for Thom’s tomfoolery. “Aww, c’mon Gailey,” Thom pesters, using that fucking annoying nickname again. “You don’t even wanna read this letter a broad wrote for you?” Gale’s eyes fly open. Katniss had written?! “Gimme that,” Gale growls, reaching over snatch the letters from Thom. “Hey!” Thom exclaims. “Some of those are mine, give ‘em back!” After finally getting the letters sorted, Gale flips through his envelops. One from Ma, as expected. He knew from past letters that his little sister Posy will have included a picture in the letter since she couldn’t draw yet. He kept all her pictures in his uniform pocket, right above his heart. Then there was one from Vick and Rory. The punks liked to write by alternating lines, so it was as if he was reading a conversation transcript of the two. He’d never admitted it, but it was damn entertaining and made him miss his fool brothers fiercely. The third letter, however, was addressed to him from an address all the way out in Philadelphia? “Zoooo wee!” Thom whistles, reading over his shoulder. “How come you never told me you got a broad in Philly? Heard the girls up there love sharin’ the crop, if you know what I mean.” “One day, you’ll mouth off to General Abernathy, and I’ll be part of the firing squad when you’re court martialed,” Gale snaps, shoving Thom away as he tries to lunge for the letter to pry it from Gale. “Stick in the

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