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![“Peeta!” I scream. I shake him harder, even resort to slapping his face, but it’s no use. His heart has failed. I am slapping emptiness. “Peeta!” […]“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 20](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46rs9rRKK1qawiivo1_250.gif)
![“Peeta!” I scream. I shake him harder, even resort to slapping his face, but it’s no use. His heart has failed. I am slapping emptiness. “Peeta!” […]“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 20](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46rs9rRKK1qawiivo2_250.gif)
![“Peeta!” I scream. I shake him harder, even resort to slapping his face, but it’s no use. His heart has failed. I am slapping emptiness. “Peeta!” […]“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 20](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46rs9rRKK1qawiivo3_250.gif)
![“Peeta!” I scream. I shake him harder, even resort to slapping his face, but it’s no use. His heart has failed. I am slapping emptiness. “Peeta!” […]“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 20](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46rs9rRKK1qawiivo4_250.gif)
“Peeta!” I scream. I shake him harder, even resort to slapping his face, but it’s no use. His heart has failed. I am slapping emptiness. “Peeta!”
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“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.
His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 20
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