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“District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety,”
There’s never been anything romantic between Gale and me.
It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.
The first dandelion of the year.
Peeta Mellark’s father.
This worked very well for a girl, Johanna Mason, from District 7 a few years back. She seemed like such a snivelling, cowardly fool that no one bothered about her until there were only a handful of contestants left. It turned out she could kill viciously. Pretty clever, the way she played it.
My father was particularly fond of mockingjays.
Unfortunately, the packet of cookies hits the ground and bursts open in a patch of dandelions by the track.
“As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve.”
Stay alive,”
“Who knows?” he says. “One of them may be rich.”
“How despicable we must seem to you,”
Since the baggy miners’ jumpsuits are not particularly becoming, our tributes usually end up in skimpy outfits and hats with headlamps.
“You’re not afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?”
“I think he said for us to hold hands,” says Peeta. He grabs my right hand in his left, and we look to Cinna for confirmation. He nods and gives a thumbs up, and that’s the last thing I see before we enter the city.
The hand holding being a part of it, a gentle act of defiance rather than Peeta doing it because the audience will "love it". UGH its so good, I would love to learn more about Cinna's role in the rebellion
‘Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns
to pearls!’”
“Unfortunately, I can’t seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that,” says Effie grimly. “But don’t worry, I’ll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary.”
“But only because someone helped me.”
“She has no idea. The effect she can have.”
I have kept track of the boy with the bread.

