I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.
Suzanne CollinsMutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.
Suzanne CollinsYeah, about that,โ says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. โDonโt try something like that again.โ โOr what?โ I ask. โOr . . . or . . .โ He canโt think of anything good. โJust give me a minute.
Suzanne CollinsImpulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since heโs right, we are supposed to be madly in love.
Suzanne CollinsI know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.
Suzanne CollinsWhat do you think?" he asks. "I hate them," I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. "All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night," he says.
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