Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Auteur: Suzanne Collins

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.<br />Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love. - Suzanne Collins



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