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peeta,Effie,and haymitch are huddled together around the table talking in hushed voices.that seemed odd,but hunger wins out over curiosity,and i load my plate up with breakfast before i join them.the stews made with tender chunks of lamb and dried plums today.perfect on the bed of rice.ive shoveled about halfway through my food before i realize nobody's talking.i take a big gulp of orange kuice and wipe my moth."so what's going on?you're coaching us on interviews right?" "that's right,"says haymitch."you dont have to wait until im done,I can eat and listen at the same time," Latinas says.