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Across their manky old but comfortable home stood another manky old home; a family of three, notably one child; Marianne. In most comparisons Marianne was an exact opposite of Peeta although they shared the same nameday. She stood a blonde girl, eyes as blue as the sky with a smile that could light up the heavens. The lot of boys always had their knickers in a twist once they gazed at her sheer beauty as though she was was sculpted for hours by the gods making sure every detail was precise and accurate. Her interests were the sweet smell of flowers. Marianne took note of her bother less neighbors as well, especially in the young lad Peeta who always looked unfazed toward anything. It marveled her "why would a boy be so receded?". She thought aloud anytime she saw him pass by. She always wanted to talk to him out of the sheer force of curiosity not minding the fact that she wasn't a cat.

She sat on a stool knitting as a decoy, but waiting for him to make his pass into his home. She waited and waited and waited that her buttocks grew tired of the wooden stool and begged to be relaxed. She would wait a little while longer because today was the day he had gone on one of his marauding silent walks observing everyone's cues. Eventually he diverted back home. He seemed tired after all that walking. Perhaps it might have been easier of he had the companion of a horse or a carriage to take him wherever he would please and not suffer the muscles over his body. He was in close proximity of his home where he saw Marianne pretending to knit. He was a very good observer and knew when something was surrounded by falsehood.

Intrigued as ever by her acting he walked up to her. This, she did not expect. "Why do you pretend to knit that wool?" he asked with a stern emotionless look. Marianne immediately stopped her facade knit show and immediately looked up at him. "well i see you've noticed me today" she said with her perfect dentition. For a long time Peeta was indirectly forced to make more than four sentences in a minute. His brothers Aden and Adrian were playing Peeping Toms from his window. He lived directly opposite the young Frau. "Talking more and thinking less gives you less sense of understanding the things around us".Peeta said. She smiled; as she thought he was an intellectual. He made every of his words seem necessary filtering out the unnecessary from his head. The conversation didn't last. He always seemed in a hurry. He abruptly cut it and turned the opposite direction which was home. On the mere sight of his approach, the brothers scurried away from the window which was their point of view. He opened the creaking wooden door. He had noticed they were watching long before they thought he wouldn't see them.