Gale Is Mine. I Am His. Anything

So We Both Strip Off Our Boots And Socks And, While There’s Some Improvement, I Could Swear He’s Making An Effort To Snap Every Branch We Encounter

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.

What About You?" "not A Clue. I Keep Wishing I Could Bake A Cake Or Something.

I Say We Try It,' Says Peeta. 'katniss Is Right.' Finnick Looks At Johanna And Raises His Eyebrows. He Will Not Go Forward Without Her. 'all Right,' She Says Finally. 'it's Better Than Hunting Them Down In The Jungle, Anyway. And I Doubt They'll Figure Out Our Plan, Since We Can Barely Understand It Ourselves.

Katniss, Got That Spile?" Finnick Asks, Snapping Me Back To Reality.