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When Haymitch had first met you, you had kicked the crap out of him.
It was easy. He was popular, had a popular group of friends, and stuck with them. Even if it meant bullying the scrawny girl that always kept to herself.
“Abernathy, fight her! Show her her place!”
He didn’t want to, but knew he had to if he wanted to stay cool. However, before he could lay a hand on you, you immediately kneed him in the stomach and ran.
His first image of you was when you stuck your tongue in his face and disappeared.