panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri

panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri
panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri
panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri
panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri
panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri
panemforever-deactivated2014042:“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angri

panemforever-deactivated2014042: “We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angrily. What am I angry about, though? Not that she has brought the medicine, surely. “She must have quite a taste for them,” says Haymitch. That’s what nettles me. It’s the implication that there’s something going on between Gale and Madge. -- source link


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