I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.
Suzanne CollinsIโm in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.
Suzanne CollinsAt once, itโs clear I cannot gush. We try me playing cocky, but I just donโt have the arrogance. Apparently, Iโm too โvulnerableโ for ferocity. Iโm not witty. Funny. Sexy. Or mysterious By the end of the session, I am no one at all.
Suzanne CollinsPeeta 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.
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