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                       "Finnick!“ 

   Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman- dark tangled hair, sea green eyes- runs towards us in nothing but a sheet.

                       "Finnick!”

   And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick and Annie, but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

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“Finnick!” Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman–dark tangled hair, sea green eyes–runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. “Finnick!” And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.