Oh, And I Suppose The Apples Ate

They're Betting On How Long I'll Live!' I Burst Out. 'they're Not My Friends!

A Verbal Promise Behind Closed Doors, Even A Statement Written On Paper-these Could Easily Evaporate . . . .

Greeting To The Final Contestants Of The Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The Earlier Revision Has Been Revoked. Closer Examination Of The Rule Book Has Disclosed That Only One Winner May Be Allowed," He Says. "good Luck And May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor.

Everything Is Happening Too Fast For Me To Process It.

Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.