[[Dear Glimmer, You had so many admirers at home in District 1, yet you chose my Cato. The Hunger Games are over and we’re all in heaven, but if you ever touch my man again, I will personally rip you apart limb by limb and feed you to the remaining mutts. Dogs, monkeys, or tracker jackers, I will never let you touch my Cato. Love always, Clove]]