I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.”
I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

“I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.”

“When he[Thresh] shouts, I jump, never having heard him speak above a mutter. "W…”

“My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing [my mother]…”

“Then he talks about his recent success creating a musical chip that’s tiny enou…”