But Some Secrets Are Too Delicious Not

I Just Don't Want Them To Change Me, If I'm Going To Die I Still Want To Be Me.

But The Only Thing That Distracts Me From My Current Situation Is Fantasizing About Killing President Snow.

Better Not To Give In To It.

I Shift On To My Side And Find Myself Looking Directly Into Gale's Eyes. For An Instant The World Recedes And There Is Just His Flushed Face, His Pulse Visible At His Temple, His Lips Slightly Parted As He Tries To Catch His Breath.

You Call That A Kiss?