You Could Do A Lot Worse.

Let The Seventy-forth Hunger Games Begin, Cato, I Think. Let Them Begin For Real.

Because I Can Count On My Fingers The Number Of Sunsets I Have Left, And I Don't Want To Miss Any Of Them.

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.

Here, Cover Yourself With This And I'll Wash Your Shorts." "oh, I Don't Care If You See Me," Says Peeta.

Well, I Can't Leave Mags Behind," Says Finnick. "she's One Of The Few People Who Actually Likes Me.