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- With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
“I volunteer!” I gasp. “I volunteer as tribute!"
- At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
- What am I going to do?
I take a deep breath. My arms raise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides.
“I’m going to be the Mockingjay.”
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