
“No,” he says, almost puzzled. “But they taste familiar. Sugar berries?” ”Well, you can’t get them in the market much, they only grow wild,” I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more to go. “They’re as sweet as syrup,” he says, taking the last spoonful. “Syrup.” His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. “Who can’t lie, Peeta?” I say, even though he can’t hear me. It doesn’t matter. The rest of Panem can.
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