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When Cato emerged from the fraternity house's community showers in just a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist, Peeta almost choked on his toothbrush at his reflection in the mirror. Cato's muscles rippled and glistened with water, and his blue eyes twinkled as he winked at Peeta's gaping expression. "How's your girlfriend these days, Peet?" He asked, knowing full well from late night, secret, and alcohol fueled conversations that Peeta didn't really have a girlfriend.