So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while thereโs some improvement, I could swear heโs making an effort to snap every branch we encounter
Suzanne CollinsSometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
Suzanne CollinsHe hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.
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