All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over.

we need to make it personal for her. let her see what the capitol did to district 12.

I can only do it if I have a partner.


“You’re alive,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive.”

It’s squeezing my breasts into my armpits, so I hope it doesn’t offend anyone.

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