So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?” says Caesar encouragingly. “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case,” says Peeta. “Why ever not?” says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. “Because…because…she came here with me.
Suzanne CollinsI'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.
Suzanne CollinsMutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.
Suzanne CollinsThe morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.
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