I Killed You. And You. And You.

I Knew It. In This Way, Peeta's Not Hard To Predict. While I Was Wallowing Around On The Floor Of That Cellar, Thinking Only Of Myself, He Was Here, Thinking Of Me. Shame Isn't A Strong Enough Word For What I Feel.

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.

When I Was Young I Was Trained In Stage Fighting And Rapier And Dagger, For Several Years.

Come On And Eat With Him. I Promise, I Won't Let Him Kiss You Again.

Maybe . . . Because For The First Time . . . There Was A Chance I Could Keep Him,” I Say. “so Now That You've Got Me, What Are You Going To Do With Me?” “put You Somewhere You Can't Get Hurt.” And When He Kisses Me, People In The Room Actually Sigh.