Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!
Suzanne CollinsWhat do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.
Suzanne CollinsSo we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter
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