And Random Bits Of Happiness, Like Finnick

Let The Seventy-forth Hunger Games Begin, Cato, I Think. Let Them Begin For Real.

Haymitch In My Head Full-time. Horrifying

Mostly We Just Add To The Piles Of Rainbow Glass That's Been Blown Off The Exteriors Of The Cany-colored Buildings.

When I Was Young I Was Trained In Stage Fighting And Rapier And Dagger, For Several Years.

Cinna Just Smiles. 'had A Damp Morning?' 'you Could Wring Me Out,' I Reply. Cinna Puts His Arm Around My Shoulder And Leads Me Into Lunch. ' Don't Worry, I Always Channel My Emotions Into My Work. That Way I Don't Hurt Anyone But Myself.