Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
Suzanne CollinsAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 11, 1962
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