[He still hasn't gotten his yet, so he sticks his unoccupied hands into his pockets. For his part, he doesn't mind that Aang knows whatever she had to say.]
I'll say I prefer a letter over a rock thrown through my window... Either could be a sentimental goodbye; she's that type.
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[He still hasn't gotten his yet, so he sticks his unoccupied hands into his pockets. For his part, he doesn't mind that Aang knows whatever she had to say.]
I'll say I prefer a letter over a rock thrown through my window... Either could be a sentimental goodbye; she's that type.