At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite colour …
At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite colour … it’s green?”“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.“Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.”But more words tumble out . -- source link
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