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"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲?" Snow asked as curiosity coursed through his veins. In the past three months, he had seen her around the Capitol often and wanted to know more as the days passed. The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮." She answered after a while. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 �...