[She's a little surprised by her own voice, how flatly matter-of-fact it is. As if she's remarking on some gossip out of town, or on the weather.]
Dragged me to the Reaping-day fire and burned me like a stuffy-guy. [Her eyes drop back down to her hands, to her belly. Her brows draw together.] It didn't hurt as much as you'd think. Not what I remember, anyroad.
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[She's a little surprised by her own voice, how flatly matter-of-fact it is. As if she's remarking on some gossip out of town, or on the weather.]
Dragged me to the Reaping-day fire and burned me like a stuffy-guy. [Her eyes drop back down to her hands, to her belly. Her brows draw together.] It didn't hurt as much as you'd think. Not what I remember, anyroad.