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[Python]

eighteen

[Python]

Fear is consuming. Nightmares drown thoughts and daydreams become the bane of your existence. That thought lingers: it could be me.

It could be harvey, your twin.

You push everything aside to live your daily life. Walk to school, joke with harvey, laugh with friends, grimace behind books, and grunt as your palms tighten around the wood of an axe. Most in seven know of such things. When you are busy, it's easy to bury fear under a thousand other emotions. Even the most mundane of fleeting moments you will hold onto. Anything but the nightmares.

It all changed when he found the book.

"rowena, look at this shit."

The book did not belong here. It did not discuss the different trees of seven, the details of the lumber industry, the history of panem - it told them how to swing axes, wield knives, how to kill. The way a spear-holding champion from One might win a games. You once gasped at the thought of such things. Now it is the weapon you use to keep fear at bay. Blisters color your fingertips, and harvey's matched, but the spars in your backyard help you sleep at night.

It could be you, and if it is, you will be ready.

[Python]

hello there

[Tom]