[She nods. Her bow and quiver are downstairs by the door, where she had left them after the morning's hunt. Easy to pick up on the way out.
It's not the amazing bow Beetee created. Her Mockingjay bow. Or even her father's bow that she had inherited. Just a simple one she had found in the weapon's shop, along with a simple quiver of arrows. But her aim was good. And her aim was what mattered most when stalking game.]
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It's not the amazing bow Beetee created. Her Mockingjay bow. Or even her father's bow that she had inherited. Just a simple one she had found in the weapon's shop, along with a simple quiver of arrows. But her aim was good. And her aim was what mattered most when stalking game.]
For just about as long as I can remember.