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Haymitch pushed back the urge to throw up on Effie again. Not that he was really opposed to the idea, he just didn't want to do it in such closed quarters. He swallowed dry and hard, closing his eyes to make the room stop spinning. They were stuck in his tiny little car together for the next hour, and he wasn't sure if alcohol or the car that was making him nauseous. It might have been okay if he had someone to talk to to keep his mind off of things but Effie wasn't this most enthralling conversationalist.

"So," Haymitch said looking out of the window. "Bought any good shoes lately." Maybe her droning on might keep him distracted.