Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his shirt tail and slices the bread. Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thought of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.
Suzanne CollinsWe sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?
Suzanne CollinsSo instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
Suzanne CollinsThe only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.
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