Besides, It's The First Gift

You'll Never Be Able To Let Him Go. You'll Always Feel Wrong About Being With Me.

I Take A Few Breaths To Calm Myself, Step Back, And Lift Buttercup By The Scruff Of The Neck. "i Should've Drowned You When I Had The Chance." His Ears Flatten And He Raises A Paw. I Hiss Before He Gets A Chance, Which Seems To Annoy Him A Little, Since He Considers Hissing His Own Personal Sound Of Contempt.

But The Only Thing That Distracts Me From My Current Situation Is Fantasizing About Killing President Snow.

Obviously This Person's A Hazard. Stupid People Are Dangerous.

And When Again It's Morning, They'll Wash Away. Here It's Safe, Here It's Warm Here The Daisies Guard You From Every Harm.