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"It’s only now I realize: Not once that whole time did I think of it—the thing I usually have to try not to think of. I close my eyes and smile for just a moment. It doesn’t always happen that way.”

eden my baby:(

“This time felt different, as it sometimes does, when I get the sense that it was not only our bodies touching but our souls, too.”

my babies

“I delete “Victim” and replace it with “Survivor.” But neither of these words can describe the impact of everything that’s happened. Neither can encompass who I was before and who I am now and everything that was lost in between. Everything horrible and new that was created.”

oh eden :(

“I’m tempted to say I love you again. If only there were a better word, a rarer word, than “love.”

“I can be mean, Eden, believe me,” he says more seriously. “Just not to you.”

Aww

“He thinks he looks silly in a tie and a plain white button-down, black dress pants. But oh, he has no idea.”

“When I tell her that, she always says, “I love you like all-fire.”
And I reply, “I love you like all-fire, too.”

THEY BETTER ADD THIS LINE IN THE MOVE

“I know one thing, though: The Capitol can never take Lenore Dove from me again. They never really did in the first place. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping, and she is the most precious thing I’ve ever known.”

💖💖💖

“I’m not sure I’ll be here in the old therebefore much longer. My liver’s wrecked and I only dry out when the train’s late.”

OMG??

“Sometimes they just graze on the green, but on fine days, we’ve been known to wander on over to the Meadow. Lenore Dove likes it best there, and I’m content where she’s content. Like the geese, we really did mate for life.”

“Never mind that we had roast goose for dinner. She’s not an easy person; she’s like me, Peeta always says. But she was smarter than me, or luckier. She’s the one who finally kept that sun from rising.”

Not the goose lol

“But when Burdock’s page came up, I had to mention him showing me the grave. And I felt compelled to tell them about Maysilee Donner, former owner of the mockingjay pin. And how Sid loved the stars. Before I knew it, they all came tumbling out: family, tributes, friends, comrades in arms, everybody, even my love. I finally told our story.”

OMG LENORE DOCE AND HAYMITCH STORY? Aaa

“that nickname couldn’t help but slip out. I didn’t want to let them in, her and Peeta, but the walls of a person’s heart are not impregnable, not if they have ever known love. That’s what Lenore Dove says, anyway.”

THATS WHY HE CALLED KATNISS SWEETHEART AAAA

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“Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old.”

GO HOMEEE

“I first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, he toted her around everywhere.”

Then he died 😔

“I fulfilled my promise about the reaping, or at least lent a hand, but she says I can’t come to her yet. I have to look after my family.”

“When Lenore Dove comes to me now, she’s not angry or dying, so I think she’s forgiven me. She’s grown older with me, her face etched with fine lines, her hair touched with gray. Like she’s been living her life beside me as the years passed, instead of lying in her grave. Still so rare and radiant.“

“And when I remember that, I hear Sid’s voice, waking me the morning that raven first tapped on my chamber door.
“Happy birthday, Haymitch!”

:(

“I make no plans, have no hopes, keep no company, speak to no human being except old Bascom Pie when my nepenthe runs low. But I can’t say I have no future, because I know that every year for my birthday, I will get a new pair of tributes, one girl and one boy, to mentor to their deaths. Another sunrise on the reaping.”

“That way, if Lenore Dove’s ghost ever comes to me, I can tell her I’m working on a strategy to keep that sun from rising.”

“I hit the bottle even harder. Drinking, disappearing into the night, regaining consciousness in the forgotten places of District 12.”

And there he goes😔

“I lie on her grave and remain there as night falls, dawn breaks, and blackness descends again. I tell her everything and beg her to return to me, to wait for me, to forgive me for all the ways in which I have failed.”

😔

“A small, secret graveyard with beautifully carved headstones. Covey. Each marked only with a snippet of their name poems.
Among them, on a creamy white stone:
“Lady,” he said, — “Maude Clare,” he said, —“Maude Clare”: — and hid his face.
On a mossy slab of slate:
— Yet some maintain that to this dayShe is a living child;That you may see sweet Lucy GrayUpon the lonesome wild.”

“For weeks, I wander through the trees, circle the lake, examine the soil under the apple trees, looking for any sign of her. Entreating the mockingjays for a clue to her whereabouts.”

😔

“The Covey’s crooked house stands dark and silent in the moonlight. I roam around the yard like a stray dog, curl up under her window, yearning for her ghost to find me. It must be three in the morning when the fiddle begins, soft and low, playing her song.”

it’s happening the same thing that happened in the poem

“I would welcome death, if it wasn’t for my promise to Lenore Dove that I would somehow keep the sun from rising on the reaping.”

“Repeatedly reminding me of President Snow’s crystal-clear message to me on my homecoming. That I will never get to love anyone ever again. Nevermore. Because he will make sure they end up dying a horrible death.”

“That’s when the music kicks in, her name poem, her song, careening around my brain like a runaway train.”