Chapter 32
Spencer POV I held one of the frog's legs in front of my face and squeezed my eyes shut. It was spongy and flabby and I wanted to gag just thinking about it. Come on, Spencer. You have to eat. I hadn't eaten since the Games started. I clenched my fist and took a bite. My teeth slid against bone and stringy fat dangled from my mouth as I chewed. Somehow, it wasn't as nasty as I feared. Probably nothing was that nasty. It was fishy and slimy, but not as strong as it smelled. I nibbled the meat off the leg and stopped. I wasn't hungry enough anymore. I almost cried when I noticed a parachute floating toward me. FOOD! That dang well better be food, I thought as I opened it. It was a small hunting knife… and a glorious sandwich on crunchy thick bread. I gobbled it down and tasted the wonde
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