Smiling Is Mostly About Smiling More.

She's Really Gone, Then. The Little Girl With The Back Of Her Shirt Sticking Out Like A Duck Tail.

Let Them Go, I Tell Myself. Say Good-bye And Forget Them. I Do My Best, Thinking Of Them One By One, Releasing Them Like Birds From The Protective Cages Inside Me, Locking The Doors Against Their Return.

Okay, Maybe I Don't Go Around Loving Everybody I Meet, Maybe My Smiles Are Hard To Come By, But I Do Care For Some People.

No One Will Forget Me. Not My Look, Not My Name. Katniss. The Girl Who Was On Fire.

You Know, You're Kind Of Squeamish For Such A Lethal Person