No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run
I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.
I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.