In Other Words, I Step Out Of

A Faint Light Burned In The Pit Revealing A Furry Creature Hunched Over A Stone Slab, Fiddling With Something. At First Gregor Raised A Warning Hand. He Thought It Was A Rat. Then The Creature Lifted His Head And Gregor Recognized What Was Left Of His Dad.

I Sit Back On My Bed Cross-legged And Find Myself Rubbing The Smooth Iridescent Surface Of The Pearl Back And Forth Against My Lips. For Some Reason, It’s Soothing. A Cool Kiss

Yeah, We Wouldn't Want To Lose Our Little Mockingjay When She's Finally Begun To Sing.

My Name Is Katniss Everdeen. Why Am I Not Dead? I Should Be Dead.

‎what Is To Prevent, Say, An Uprising?