You Could Do A Lot Worse.

I Start To Crack At Four Hundred To One.

I Can Win But You Cant Lose, This Makes Us All Even In Our Ways.

Oh, Well. At Least My Blood Is Flowing.

I Mourn My Old Life Here. We Barely Scraped By, But I Knew Where I Fit In, I Knew What My Place Was In The Tightly Interwoven Fabric That Was Our Life. I Wish I Could Go Back To It Because, In Retrospect, It Seems So Secure Compared To Now, When I Am So Rich And Famous And So Hated By The Authorities In The Capitol.

She's Prim's Size In Diameter.