They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.

Don't you see, Katniss, this will decide things. One way or the other. By the end of the day, they'll ether be dead or with us. It's...it's more than we could hope for! Well, that's a sunny view of our situation.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.