I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. โHere.โ I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
Suzanne CollinsNo, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.
Suzanne CollinsI keep hoping that as time passes by, weโll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows itโs futile. Thereโs no going back.
Suzanne Collins