The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.
I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle me as he whispers. "Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me any time you like it.
Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.
Tuck in your tail, little duck.
Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead
Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.