“What's going on in your head?" "I don't know," I whisper back. "Then it's like kissing someone who's drunk. It doesn't count.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“He examines my face closely. “What’s going on in your head?” “I don’t know,” I whisper back. “Then it’s like kissing someone who’s drunk. It doesn’t count,” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
