Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. In a few moments it returns to its original color. "Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.
Suzanne CollinsPeeta and I had adjoining cells in the capitol. We're very familiar with each other's screams.
Suzanne CollinsHe became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.
Suzanne CollinsOnly I keep wishing I could think of a way...to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
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