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One, 21 guns

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I always was - Renegade, Paramore

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THG 30 day Challenge | Day 2: Your least favorite character: President Coin

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Let the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

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The Careers

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A spark is fine. As long as it’s contained.

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The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again and only Peeta can give me that. So after when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real”

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Wearing a token from my district is about the last thing on my mind.

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“Without hesitation, I sprint for the table. I can sense the emergence of danger before I see it. Fortunately, the first knife comes whizzing in on my right side, so I can hear it and I’m able to deflect it with my bow. I turn, drawing back the bowstring and send an arrow straight at Clove’s heart… I’m at the table now, my fingers closing over the tiny orange backpack. My hand slips between the straps and I yank it up on my arm, it’s really too small to fit on any other part of my anatomy, and I’m turning to fire again when the second knife catches me in the forehead. It slices above my right eyebrow, opening a gash that sends a gush running down my face, blinding my eye, filling my mouth with the sharp, metallic taste of my own blood. I stagger backward but still manage to send my arrow in the general direction of my assailant. I know as it leaves my hands it will miss. And then Clove slams into me, knocking me flat on my back, pinning my shoulders to the ground, with her knees.”

The Hunger Games, pages 279/280

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It’s too late, any minute now he’ll reach her lifeless corpse and realize she cannot be saved.