“Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.”

—  Suzanne Collins, book Mockingjay

Source: Mockingjay

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American television writer and novelist 1962

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