What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

“Actually, Katniss isn’t complaining because she has no intention of staying wit…”

“The sun eventually rises, it's light slipping through the cracks and illuminati…”

“Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with…”

“Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bed…”