Haymitch In My Head Full-time. Horrifying

The Problem Is, I Can’t Tell What’s Real Anymore, And What’s Made Up.

Because I Have Learned The Hard Way How Deadly These Beauties Can Be.

Highly Unlikely But Not Impossible.

Maybe I'd Think That, Too, Caesar," Says Petta Bitterly, "if It Weren't For The Baby." There. He's Done It Again.

It’s The Final Word In Camouflage. Forget Chucking Weights Around. Peeta Should Have Gone Into His Private Session With The Gamemakers And Painted Himself Into A Tree. Or A Boulder. Or A Muddy Bank Full Of Weeds.