Aang, a hot tray in hand, peeked into his girlfriend’s room. It was rather dark, long shadows spilling over the edges of the chairs and bed; she must have kept the curtains closed last night. He slipped in quietly, humming a tune he didn’t quite know, but knew all too well.
Setting the tray on the nearby table, he moved closer to the bed. Katara was
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