But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. โYou're green. Are you sick?โ โIt's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,โ I say. โIt's meant to be pretty,โ whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, โI think you'd be pretty in any color.
Suzanne CollinsSometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. [...] When I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever.
Suzanne CollinsIf you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.
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