Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.
Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.
Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!
I start to crack at four hundred to one.
deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow