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“Don’t kiss me. Please, don’t kiss me,” I almost begged him.

As time went on, Peeta still wore the locket around his neck. The years continued, and Peeta replaced the pictures of Prim and Katniss’s mother with two pictures of his gorgeous children. Yet, two pictures remained the same over the years. The picture of his dear Katniss Everdeen, and the other of a brave man. One day, Peeta and Katniss’s daughter opened her Dad’s locket and laid her eyes on the unknown man. The man has dark brown messy hair and complementing olive skin. In the picture, the man smiled while he help up a dead squirrel and a weapon in his opposing hand. Peeta’s daughter, sitting in her father’s lap, gave a small gasp and looked at him in the eye. “Who is this Daddy?” Peeta’s eye twinkled as if he waited a lifetime to answer this question. Peeta sat there for a second to choose his words correctly. “This is the bravest and strongest man alive.” He began to answer, “He saved my life ages ago, and helped me guarantee our family’s safety. Thanks to him, we have you.” Peeta and Katniss’s daughter absorbed the information. “What is his name, Daddy?” She asked. Peeta took in two deep breaths. It has been decades since this name has come from his mouth. “Gale.” Peeta said, “Gale Hawthorne.”