Good-bye, District Twelve. Good-bye, hanging tree and Hunger Games and Mayor Lipp. Someday something will kill me, but it won’t be you.
Trust is important. I think it's more important than love. I mean, I love all kinds of things I don't trust. Thunderstorms, white liquor, snakes. Sometimes I think I love them because I can't trust them, and how mixed up is that?
In fifty years, we've only had one victor, and that was a long time ago. A girl who no one seems to know anything about.
"I bet you never expected to lay eyes on me again and, let me tell you, that goes both ways. But I am back. I sure am back!"
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lucy gray really is in the trees, in the breeze, her footsteps on the ground































