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eastatlanta: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic chuckle, a nod of mutual respect, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random and unexceptional but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

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Peeta: set fiiiiiire to the breaaaad
 watched it burn as i
 fed the piiiigs
Katniss: peeta
Peeta: let it burn while i cry cause i saw you almost dead
 almost dead
Katniss: peeta
Peeta: i set fire to the bread
 and i threw it into the flameeees
Katniss: peeta
Peeta: and then you picked a dandelion and i dont know why
 dont know why
Katniss: peeta
Peeta: what
Katniss: Shut up