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Dittany shook her head, "Naw, Ash isn't here. In fact, shes probably at her boy-friends sewing little clothes for her baby." The teen rolled her eyes. Ash was a hard woman, a stubborn, pushy, yelling, mean, strong, woman, but with the news of her pregnancy all of that had gone away. It was like a chocolate with a caramel center--the chocolate had melted away to reveal a nice, gentle Ash who loved life. Dittany hadn't seen Ash upset since shed announced her condition to her younger sister. Of course sixteen year-old Dittany had felt some pain her mother would not see the baby, but she was happy. The idea of being an aunt appealed to Dittany more than being a mother.

It was all the Hunger Games. If Dittany had the knowledge none of her children would become Tributes, or even better, the Games would stop, of course she'd have kids! There was always that panic she felt when thinking about the pain parents would go through if their child was chosen. Dittany refused to have a child... she couldn't bear the idea.

To keep her thoughts from being broad-casted for Koda to see, DIttany had had a small smile in place for the last minute or so. She sighed and inspected her dirty finger-nails. It was hard to believe people i the Capitol actually had their nails painted and dulled. Dittany didn't see how dull-nails would help if somebody ever tried to hurt you. On more than one occasions she had clawed at somebody's face. It was something she had to do to survive life in a poor District, no matter how terrible...