[Rue took the muffin and cradled it in her hand. It was warm and soft, the top golden brown with juicy spots of deep blue-purple showing through. The muffin, if it were back in District 11, would be torn and shared with all of her siblings. They would lick crumbs and juice off their fingers as the small amount of food warmed their bellies.]
Daisy would love the muffin. [Rue said quietly and unaware she'd spoken out loud, eyes fixed on the muffin.]
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[Rue took the muffin and cradled it in her hand. It was warm and soft, the top golden brown with juicy spots of deep blue-purple showing through. The muffin, if it were back in District 11, would be torn and shared with all of her siblings. They would lick crumbs and juice off their fingers as the small amount of food warmed their bellies.]
Daisy would love the muffin. [Rue said quietly and unaware she'd spoken out loud, eyes fixed on the muffin.]