[Peeta looks up as he sees an extremely unhappy man walk in. There's something tensely morose about the man, like a coil that was too close to springing and never found the right time and instead bent into its current position more permanently. His mother sometimes got like that, and he'd feel sorry for her, but she'd spring as soon as he said anything to her. At least she wasn't taking it out on anyone else when he did that.]
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Hi.