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Plutarch rushes to reassure me. Oh, no, Katniss. Not your wedding. Finnick and Annie's. All you need to do is show up and pretend to be happy for them. That's one of the few things I won't have to pretend, Plutarch, I tell him.

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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
Executive Producer
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Hartford
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Suzanne Marie Collins
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