Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up.
I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.
We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person
And so I'm stupid for thinking they might be useful. Because of something Johanna Mason said while she was oiling her breasts for wrestling.