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Preciso sim, preciso tanto. Alguém que aceite tanto meus sonos demorados quanto minhas insônias insuportáveis.
—  Caio Fernando Abreu.

Everyone underestimates Effie. She has the job of picking a child to die. The slightest movement if her hand, if she moved it to the right a little, a different child dies. She knows that in choosing between two slips, they could easily both be the death card for the same kid. If a child is starving and on the verge of death, they’re only further putting themselves at risk of dying. And she carries this burden.
And in catching fire, she knows that she’s drawing the names of two children she really saw hope for, after sentencing their deaths the previous year.
This is what I call pressing writing. Thank you Suzanne Collins.