Saturday
You don't choose thirteen life, thirteen life chooses you.
I just adore bald Johanna. She's cuter than usual about everything (especially Finnick). By the way, I just woke up from Finnick slumbers. How odd, I barely think of Finnick. That's actually the best part of weekends, isn't it? Being able to dream. I was in a kind of shelter in the middle of a huge pool and he was running from me 'cause I wanted to enclose him down in some weird Tartarus. Whatever, here's your stuff.
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