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“Until one time, I open my eyes, and I find someone I cannot vlock out looking down at me. Someone who will not plead, or explain, or think he can alter my design with entreaties, because he alone really knows how I operate.
“Gale,” I whisper.
“Hey, Catnip.”

I've read this book. I know the story. I can tell you with clarity the pieces missing from the movies, but it surprises me after years of exposure. After years of knowing. My heart still thuds in my chest, the air in my lung haults, and my eyes still threaten to spill. Seeing the Hunger Games unfold from Katniss eyes, from beginning to the switch to the next level. Gets me. It's haunts me.

As messy as it is. You'll love life after this one. Flaws and all.