I wake up suddenly, lying on the floor. I don't remember falling asleep, but at some point, I must've. I've been told that your brain processes things while anda sleep, and mine obviously has, because I know how I'm going to win the Hunger Games.
I rise from the floor and walk to the dresser. Ugly dress I'd never be caught dead in, something ruffles that couldn't flatter the figure of a supermodel... THERE. In the bottom of the closet, shoved to the back oleh some Avox with no fashion sense, lies a pale green kemeja with matching leggings and skirt. The edges are still a little lacy for my taste,...
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