eva,15; isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think they are beautiful. //
Gale has lifted Prim off the ground and she’s thrashing in his arms. “Up you go, Catnip,” he says, in a voice he’s fighting to keep steady, and then he carries Prim off towards my mother. I steel myself and climb the steps
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