Yes, Frosting. The Final Defense Of The

I Cover My Face With My Arms Because This Isn't Happening. It Isn't Possible. For Someone To Make Peeta Forget He Loves Me . . . No One Can Do That.

I Really Can't Think About Kissing When I've Got A Rebellion To Incite.

I Killed You. And You. And You.

I'd Begun To Think That He'd Given Up On Me In The Weeks That Had Passed. Or That He No Longer Cared About Me. Hated Me Even. And The Idea Of Losing Him Forever, My Best Friend, The Only Person I'd Ever Trusted With My Secrets, Was So Painful I Couldn't Stand It.

No Wonder I Won The Games. No Decent Person Ever Does.