“President Snow rises and dabs his puffy lips with a napkin. ‘Aim higher in case you fall short.’ ‘What do you mean? How can I aim higher?’ I ask. ‘Convince me,’ he says.”
“President Snow rises and dabs his puffy lips with a napkin. ‘Aim higher in case you fall short.’
‘What do you mean? How can I aim higher?’ I ask.
‘Convince me,’ he says.”