[She's grateful when Clove puts up the filter. It's something she had wanted to do but didn't know how. A skill she never bothered learning, something she hadn't considered worth her time. Who really paid all that much attention to the journals anyway? Who would really care about a girl who, here, was not all that special? They didn't know the Mockingjay. Didn't care.
But right now, she's recognizing that her thoughts on this matter may have been silly. But this is personal. Something between her and Clove that ought to stay that way. Most conversations she has on here never reach that point.]
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But right now, she's recognizing that her thoughts on this matter may have been silly. But this is personal. Something between her and Clove that ought to stay that way. Most conversations she has on here never reach that point.]
Me neither.