Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.
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Suzanne CollinsShe's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail.
Suzanne CollinsJohanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. โHowโd you lose Mags?โ โIn the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldnโt lift her. Finnick said he couldnโt take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison,โ I say. โShe was Finnickโs mentor, you know,โ Johanna says accusingly. โNo, I didnโt,โ I say. โShe was half his family,โ she says a few moments later, but thereโs less venom behind it.
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