Remember, heads high. Smiles. They're going to love you!

I had to do that. At least once.

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

Even though I don't ask, Plutarch gives me cheerful updates on the phone like "Good news, Katniss! I think we've almost got him convinced you're not a mutt!" Or "Today he was allowed to feed himself pudding!

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

Aim higher in case you fall short.