Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.
Suzanne CollinsWhat about Gale?"
"He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly.
"And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks.
"No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him.
Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?
Mots clés kissing love-triangle
You're not afraid I'll kill you tonight?"
"Like I couldn't take you.
I vote yes....for Prim.
Suzanne CollinsIs that why you hate me?" I ask.
"Partly," She admits. "Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you're a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn't an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally.
Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés peeta-mellark
Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés president-snow
Real or not real?
Suzanne CollinsIf I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?"
"Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive."
"Mockingjays do.
I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.
Suzanne CollinsMots clés self-awareness self-image peeta
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