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“Fuck you,” Haymitch had spit through gritted teeth.
Seneca had breathed a weak laugh, holding a palm to his stinging jaw. “Why don’t you just fuck me yourself, you coward?”
It had then occurred to Haymitch, seething with pure rage and having nothing good to do with it, that the man made perfectly good sense. So he fucked him. Again and again. For years.