Remembering From Last Year How Haymitch's Gifts

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

Cleaning Me Up Is Just A Preliminary Step To Determining My New Look. With My Acid-damaged Hair, Sunburned Skin, And Ugly Scars, The Prep Team Has To Make Me Pretty And Then Damage, Burn, And Scare Me In A More Attractive Way.

She’s Really Gone, Then. The Little Girl With The Back Of Her Shirt Sticking Out Like A Duck Tail, The One Who Needed Help Reaching The Dishes, And Who Begged To See The Frosted Cakes In The Bakery Window. Time And Tragedy Have Forced Her To Grow Too Quickly, At Least For My Taste, Into A Young Woman Who Stitches Bleeding Wounds And Knows Our Mother Can Hear Only So Much.

I Always Channel My Emotions Into My Work. That Way, I Don't Hurt Anyone But Myself.

But Just The Fact That He Was Sparkling Leads Me To Doubt Everything That Happened.