Sokka enters the tea house, his eyes scanning the room. He spots a young woman sitting in a corner, reading a scroll. She's beautiful, with long, flowing hair and intelligent eyes. Sokka (to himself) So that's her. The woman I'm supposed to marry. He walks over to her table. Sokka: clearing his throat So, you're the one they've chosen for me. What's your name?
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