Whose Is It, Do You Think?" I

Girl Talk. That Thing I've Always Been So Bad At.

Don't. Don't Let's Pretend When There's No One Around.

This Was The Door To Both Sustenance And Sanity. And We Were Each Other's Key.

My Mouth Has Gone Dry As Sawdust. I Desperately Find Cinna In The Crowd And Lock Eyes With Him. I Imagine The Words Coming From His Lips. 'what's Impressed You Most Since You Arrived Here?' I Rack My Brain For Something That Made Me Happy Here. Be Honest, I Think. Be Honest.

I Have Been Keeping Track Of The Boy With The Bread.