Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Finnik?_ I say. __aybe some pants?___e looks down at his legs as if noticing them for the first time. Then he whips of his hospital gown, leaving him in just is underwear. __hy? Do you find this_-he strikes a ridiculously proactive pose-__istracting?___ can__ help laughing because it__ funny, and it__ extra funny because Boggs looks so uncomfortable, and I__ happy because Finnik actually sounds like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell.____ only human, Odair._ I get in before the elevator doors close. __orry,_ I say to Boggs.__on__ be. I thought you_ handled that well,_ He says. __etter than my having to arrest him, anyway.___ulvia Cardew hustles over an makes a sound of frustration when she sees my clean face. __ll that hard work, down the drain. I__ not blaming you, Katniss. It__ just that very few people are born with camera-ready faces. Like him._ She snags Gale, who__ in a conversation with Plutarch, and spins him towards us. __sn__ he handsome?___ale does look stricking in the uniform, I guess. But the question just embarrasses us both Given our history. I__ trying to think of a witty comeback when Boggs says brusquely, __ell don__ expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
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Finnik?_ I say. __aybe some pants?___e looks down at his legs as if noticing them for the first time. Then he whips of his hospital gown, leaving him in just is underwear. __hy? Do you find this_-he strikes a ridiculously proactive pose-__istracting?___ can__ help laughing because it__ funny, and it__ extra funny because Boggs looks so uncomfortable, and I__ happy because Finnik actually sounds like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell.____ only human, Odair._ I get in before the elevator doors close. __orry,_ I say to Boggs.__on__ be. I thought you_ handled that well,_ He says. __etter than my having to arrest him, anyway.___ulvia Cardew hustles over an makes a sound of frustration when she sees my clean face. __ll that hard work, down the drain. I__ not blaming you, Katniss. It__ just that very few people are born with camera-ready faces. Like him._ She snags Gale, who__ in a conversation with Plutarch, and spins him towards us. __sn__ he handsome?___ale does look stricking in the uniform, I guess. But the question just embarrasses us both Given our history. I__ trying to think of a witty comeback when Boggs says brusquely, __ell don__ expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
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