That If Desperate Times Call For Desperate

Sometimes When Things Are Particularly Bad, My Brain Will Give Me A Happy Dream.

The Raw Hunk Of Meat That Used To Be My Enemy Makes A Sound, And I Know Where The Mouth Is. And I Think The Word He's Trying To Say Is 'please'. Pity, Not Vengeance Sends My Arrow Flying Into His Skull.

It Means Thanks, It Means Admiration, It Means Good-bye To Someone You Love.

I Take Peeta's Face In My Hands. "don't Worry. I'll See You At Midnight.

To Be Honest, I'm Not Much Of A Drinker. It Makes Me Sick, And I Hate That.