When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim`s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the Reaping.
Suzanne CollinsOne time, my mother told me that I always eat like I'll never see food again. And I said, "I won't unless I bring it home." That shut her up.
Suzanne CollinsWhose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?
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