“Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.”
“Thanks," I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.”
“On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.”
“Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.”
“I'm hard to catch. If they can't catch me they cant kill me. So don't count me out.”
“I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.”