It Is A Perfect Weapon

I Just...i Just Miss Him. And I Hate Being So Alone.

But Because Two Can Play At This Game, I Stand On Tiptoe And Kiss His Cheek. Right On His Bruise.

Delly Lost Her Temper At Peeta Over How He Treated You. She Got Very Squeaky. It Was Like Someone Stabbing A Mouse With A Fork Repeatedly.

Anyway, Even If She's Sugarcoating My Good Points, I Appreciate It. Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

I Trusted Him. I Put What Was Precious In Haymitch's Hands. & He Has Betrayed Me