Catching Fire
By: Suzanne Collins
-That’d be good. Gale means to, but he’s only got his Sundays, and I think he likes saving those for you.
-I can’t stop the redness that floods my cheeks.
-You’ve got to go through it to get to the end of it.
-I think my tongue is frozen and speech will be impossible.
-I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I’d spent with gale - watching him talk and laugha nd frown - that i would know all there was to knwo about his lips.
-Gale had shattered some invisible barrier between us and with it, any hope i had of resuming our old, uncomplicated friensdhip.
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