District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
I killed you. And you. And you.
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.
Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. "Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.