
It’s a small white circle of flat bread. More of a cracker, really. Gray and soggy around the edges. But an image is clearly stamped in the center of it. It’s my Mockingjay.
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I race the sun home in the morning, and the moon up at night. Anything can happen, and anything does. There’s just today - and then there’s tonight. And tonight is wonderful. - Agnes, The Poker House.
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