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I saw the Hunger Games this morning (spoilers!)

It was really good. But we're going to blame PMS for how much I cried. Yep, definitely PMS. Don't know what else it could have been. No idea at all.

But actually, though. I started tearing up when they showed Rue's family in District 11 and by the time the old man raised his hand, it was all I could do not to start sobbing in the middle of the theater. Same thing during the Reaping—when Effie was trying to hold it together? And then when Katniss's mom did the salute? And then they wouldn't let her say goodbye !


Plus I teared up when Cinna was taken away and basically every time anyone did the three-finger salute. (I don't know why, but something about that just gives me chills.) And when Peeta gave Katniss the locket. And a little bit when Mags walked into the fog. I spent half the movie under my coat because I couldn't stop shaking. I forgot how dark this story can be.

I don't know how I'm going to manage the last films, you guys. I'm going to have to see them by myself with a whole box of Kleenex.

(Side note: Having now seen the movie, I approve far more of the choice for Finnick than I had just from the stills.)

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