And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinnaโs hands, desirable by Peetaโs confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.
Suzanne CollinsBut it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. โYou're green. Are you sick?โ โIt's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,โ I say. โIt's meant to be pretty,โ whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, โI think you'd be pretty in any color.
Suzanne CollinsMy voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.
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