Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

Our romance became a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for Peeta.

Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.

What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.