Just Remember, Stealing's Punishable By Death

Delly Lost Her Temper At Peeta Over How He Treated You. She Got Very Squeaky. It Was Like Someone Stabbing A Mouse With A Fork Repeatedly.

Because It Doesn't Matter Anymore, And Because I'm So Desperately Lonely I Can't Stand It.

Peeta, How Come I Never Know When You're Having A Nightmare?” I Say. “i Don't Know. I Don't Think I Cry Out Or Thrash Around Or Anything. I Just Come To, Paralyzed With Terror,” He Says. “you Should Wake Me,” I Say, Thinking About How I Can Interrupt His Sleep Two Or Three Times On A Bad Night. About How Long It Can Take To Calm Me Down. “it's Not Necessary. My Nightmares Are Usually About Losing You,” He Says. “i'm Okay Once I Realize You're Here.

Sometimes When Things Are Particularly Bad, My Brain Will Give Me A Happy Dream.

It’s Not Wondering What I Breathe In, But Who, That Threatens To Choke Me.