Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movie poster
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i’m sick of these YA novels where the protagonist is ~the chosen one~
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what are you afraid of?
making it better?
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He looks well. Thin and covered with burn scars like me, but his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look. He’s frowning slightly, though, as he takes me in. I make a halfhearted effort to push my hair out of my eyes and realize it’s matted into clumps. I feel defensive.
"What are you doing?"
"I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her," he says. “I thought we could plant them along the side of the house.”
I look at the bushes, the clods of dirt hanging from their roots, and catch my breath as the wordrose registers. I’m about to yell vicious things at Peeta when the full name comes to me. Not plain rose but evening primrose. The flower my sister was named for.
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Jen and Josh messing around on set
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See, like this. I’m smiling at you even though you’re aggravating me.
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