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This bar has been the unofficial victor hangout for longer than you've been alive— Lucy Gray Baird started singing here sometimes and the rest was history. You knew you'd see strange things, and you have.
(They wanted you to install blue lights in the bathroom.
You didn't understand why until Lucy Gray explained it to you, and then you felt faintly sick. You'd never thought of that before, never thought the scars went that deep).
This is new, though. Because this is the first love story among the victors that you don't think is doomed. It's the first love story that feels like a love story— not a desperate attempt to forget ot to recapture a lost youth.
Annie and Finnick look like they could be any other couple, a normal eighteen-year-old and a normal twenty-year-old, falling in love.
You decide you think they'll make it.