Dear Cato,

I loved you. I do love you.

But that's what you are, aren't you? You make girls fall in love with you. You're a womanizer. You don't care.

I really actually thought that you did. When you volunteered for my brother.

I'll love you for a thousand years. You won't. I'll be lucky if you love me for a day.

Please. Come back to me. We won this thing together. We can do this together, Cato. Come back.

I miss you.

I love you.

Love,

Clove.

P.S: Glimmer cheated on you with Marvel! They had sex before the games and she was pregnant with his child!

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Dear Clove,

What the hell, Clover? Glimmer cheated on ME?

Anyway, we did win it. When it came down to us and those District Twelves. I hope you had fun killing fire bitch. I hated killing lover boy. He smelt like rat shit.

Anyway, getting back together? No. I loved her, Clover. But I suppose you ARE insane.

From,
Cato.

P.S: Yes, I called you Clover on purpose. I know you hate it. Suck it, bitch.

P.P.S: Is it true that you cheated on me with knives? Get A Grip, Clover. Boo, You Whore!

P.P.P.S: Clover and Knives, sitting in a tree, K – I – S – S – I – N –G –

P.P.P.P.S: Oh crap, you're going to kill me now, aren't you, Clover? Oh my fucking Capitol you can be scary when you want to be!