He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.
Suzanne CollinsIt's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.
Suzanne CollinsSometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
Suzanne CollinsWell, I knew that goat would be a little gold mine," I say. Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave your sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping," says Peeta drily.
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