"No, Katara," he snapped, his spear over his shoulder as he headed toward the canoes. He knew he wouldn't have been so short with her if he hadn't lost sleep last night, putting Flo out again. His blankets had been singed and he was cold the rest of the night, but...
"Fishing is a man's job! And you said you still had mending to do!"
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"Fishing is a man's job! And you said you still had mending to do!"
The part that knew this was a dream winced.