I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that I shot Eric in the foot instead of the head.
Veronica RothIt seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths โpeace".
Veronica RothUriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. โThere was cake?โ I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriahโs. โYeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,โ he says. โYou can have a few bites of mine.โ โA few bites? So youโre planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?โ โYes.โ He looks confused. โWhy?โ โNever mind.
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