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Well, I can't leave Mags behind, says Finnick. She's one of the few people who actually likes me.

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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
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Suzanne Marie Collins
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It's to the Capitol's advantage to have us divided among ourselves. Another tool to cause misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers [of the Seam] and those who can generally count on supper and thereby ensure we will never trust one another.
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if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.
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I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.
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At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
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Hey, Effie, watch this! says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean whit his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, We miss you, Effie!
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what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.
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What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?
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Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
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I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.
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Anyway, even if she's sugarcoating my good points, I appreciate it. Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.
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Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying
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I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are
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There's no district 12 to escape from now, no Peacekeepers to trick, no hungry mouths to feed. The Capitol took away all of that, and I'm on the verge of losing Gale as well. The glue of mutual needs that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.
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There's a meeting in Command. Disregard your current schedule,' he says. 'Done,' I say. 'Did you follow it at all today?' he asks in exasperation. 'Who knows? I'm mentally disoriented.' I hold up my wrist to show my medical bracelet and realize it's gone. 'See? I can't even remember they took my bracelet.' (Katniss and Boggs)
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That should have been my strategy! By the time I’ve worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I’m watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range.
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