“I saw Peeta yesterday. Through the glass.” “What’d you think?” I ask. “Something selfish,” says Gale.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly. "What?" I ask. "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale. I don't know how to respond. This idea is so… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
