“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
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They expect you to be walking to school like:
but in reality you’re like:
They expect you to be in class like:
but in reality you’re like:
They expect you before an exam to be all like:
but in reality you’re like:
They expect to react to your exam mark like:
but in reality they’ll be like:
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| Doctor: | You had twins, a boy and a girl, and they are both fine. Luckily, your brother named them for you. |
| Woman: | Oh no, not my brother! He's an idiot! What did he name the girl? |
| Doctor: | Denise. |
| Woman: | Well it isn't so bad, and what did he call the boy? |
| Doctor: | Denephew. |
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