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Spectrum	By : PineWreths Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 10257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Spectrum
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 2
- 3
- 4
Friday
For once, Dipper was able to sleep in late. Grunkle Ford didn’t open the Shack until nearly noon on Fridays, and so it wasn’t until Dipper blearily cracked open an eye to spy his alarm reading 11:02 AMthat he rubbed the sleep, and rolled out of bed.
Mabel’s still form was lumped under the blanket, and Dipper poked it gently with one finger. “Mabes, it’s time to get up. C’mon Mabes.”
She let out a little unhappy groan, and rolled back over waving an arm at him with a muttered “Bethereinabit.” Dipper chuckled, and got up, getting ready in the bathroom before heading downstairs. He wasn’t surprised; Last night had been fairly tiring, despite being amazing, and he didn’t begrudge his sister trying to get some more sleep.
However, Grunkle Stan began to shoot him worried looks when Mabel hadn;t come down for breakfast by the time Dipper finished his cereal, and when he made his way back up, the bathroom was empty, and Mabel’s form was still lumped under the blankets.
Dipper sat on the edge of the bed, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder as he asked “Hey, sis, what’s-what’s wrong?”
To his surprise, she let out a sniffle, and leaning over Dipper could see her pillow was wet. Was she crying all morning? he thought, running a hand along her back while trying to comfort her.
In the middle of him saying “It’s all right, Mabes. It’s-” she interrupted him, turning over to look at him for the first time that morning with red-rimmed eyes.
“Dip,” she said, and he could hear the worry and tightness in her voice, his heart breaking in sympathy with hearing his twin so distraught. “Dip, I-I-I was thinking, thinking about you, me, about-about us,” and she shivered, a little squeak of a sob escaping before she managed to set her jaw and turn it into a depressed groan through her teeth, squinting her eyes shut as tears welled up in them again.
His heart suddenly freefalling after hearing her words, Dipper hugged her close, kissing her forehead before embracing her tightly. Remembering her constant worry over the last few days, he murmured “Hey, hey sis, it’ll be ok. I love you no matter what, and nothing’s going to change that.”
She pushed him back, hurt and concern in her eyes. “Dipper, but-but this? Us? How long can we keep this up, keep hiding it from Grunkle Stan, from-from Mom and Dad?”
Dipper drew back his outreached hand, lowering his head to look at the floor. He’d had the same worries himself, trying to keep them from coloring his thoughts when he was with his sister, but still Dip worried that each day with ehr would be their last if they slipped up and their Grunkle found out, or a friend noticed, or if their parents walked in on them.
He sighed, but looked up at her with a little fading grin he forced himself to make. “Mabes, it…I…it’s probably not going to last forever,” he finally said, feeling his throat clench at the last words. Mabel’s head shot up to look at him, her lip trembling, but he leaned forward and kissed her gently, holding his lips against hers as he savored her taste, her smell, and pulled back with a wide, genuine smile on his face.
“But, you gotta remember, nothing lasts forever, not really.” He reached a hand up, tucking it under her ear to run a thumb along the side of her cheekbone as he said “And this? I want this, us, to to last as long as we can make it, and not cut it off early because we’re worried what will happen tomorrow.”
He looked at her, tears of a different kind shimmering at the edge of his eyes as he said “Becausefuck tomorrow. Fuck it. The world could end and I wouldn’t give a shit,” he said, more forcefully than he’d intended, and eliciting a laugh from Mabel through her sobs, “Because I don’t care about anything else, anytime else. You, Mabes, you are all I care about, and I would die before I’d give you up.”
She choked out a sob, looking at him with a slightly-open mouth as he could see her trying to hold back another sob, and she suddenly threw herself forward, hugging him like she was afraid he was going to evaporate in her arms. She said nothing, and neither did Dipper, and instead he hugged her back, feeling her tears soak his shoulder but hearing her sobs interspersed with wordless laughs of joy.
After a while, Dipper heard the first group of tourists bumping around downstairs, and quietly thanked their Grunkle for not poking in and leaving well enough alone. He smiled, pulling back from his sister, and she looked up at him, grinning her toothy smile and giving him a gentle punch in the arm before holding it up for a fistbump. He returned the bump, and she said quietly “Th-thanks, Dip. I…I needed that.”
He nodded, rubbing his hand on her shoulder before standing up. “We should probably get down there. Want me to get you a dram of Mabel Juice to help get you awake?”
He said it innocently, but Mabel looked with sudden and wide-eyed horror at the innocuous, shimmering purple beverage sitting at the end of her bed, the dusty lid tightly duct-taped shut after they had pulled it out of the back of the closet a month back and what they both only referred to as The Incident had occurred.
She shook her head, and Dipper laughed, his twin joining in as she shoved him aside, clambering past and running to the bathroom. Dipper smiled, relieved that his sister was finally feeling better, and headed downstairs.
A few minutes later, Mabel joined him in the gift shop, wearing a seafoam-blue walrus sweater with a dancing trio of penguins on the back. Her hands were occupied with a bowl of Sugar Puckers she was wolfing down, chocolate milk already turning a sickly green-purple with the cereal’s influence. He snickered, and his sister grinning back with squirrel-puffed cheeks full of tooth-rotting cereal.
The first few groups showed promise, but like yesterday the Shack appeared to be cursed to do minimal business today. Grumbling something about cursed weather, their Grunkle smiled and gave them the rest of the afternoon off. Dipper could tell Mabel had gotten silent again, and so he suggested they all go bowling together, the three of them, in the hopes that might open her up.
Grunkle Stan politely refused, citing his need to keep his “game arm” ripe and ready for his bowling team championship Sunday night. Mabel nodded a quiet agreement, though, and the twins soon found themselves smacking over innocent faux ivory.
They had already played the first frame, with Mabel starting to laugh and banter with her brother, when she said “So, brobro, where do you see us in, I dunno, ten years?”
Dipper was in the middle of his swing, and so her question caused an undesired gutterball. Still, he couldn’t feel much annoyance in comparison to the overwhelmed feeling as he considered their relationship, trying to project it forward.
“Uh, well, man; I honestly don’t know Mabes.” She glared at him, huffing with disappointment as she stuck her hands to her hips and made him squirm. “No, re-really! I…I just don’t know.”
He looked up at the ceiling, little nebulas and planets of pins and balls lit by cheap fluorescents, and he held up a hand in a helpless shrug. “Like, if we manage to keep it all secret and everything, I’d imagine we could go through college together, and just visit each other when we can. After that, I mean, hopefully we’d have jobs and stuff, so maybe we could get apartments nearby and hang out with each other a lot?”
He had continued to look up, hand rubbing his peach-fuzz goatee as Mabel sat and curled up next to him, hugging his arm and smiling as he spoke. “Hell, better yet, if we can move across the state, away from mom and dad, friends and family, we could even probably room together and stuff, and just keep up appearances when we have visitors from Piedmont or Gravity Falls.”
She made a happy noise at the idea of rooming together, and hugged him, but he felt her hug abruptly vanish as she sat back. Dipper could tell the same thought she was about to voice was the one that had flashed unpleasantly across his mind.
“And what if…what if we don’t manage to keep this a secret?”
He sucked in a long breath, letting it out between his teeth, and he put an arm around her. “Well…I guess, at that point…We’d figure something out.”
He looked around, making sure no-one was watching as he gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, murmuring “For sure, though, we’ll be together no matter what.”
She smiled, her eyes moist but her voice strong as she said “Promise?”
“Promise.”

That night, Dipper had hugged Mabel, giving her a kiss she warmly returned, before the two of them retired to bed. He heard a sound of writing, and looking over could see Mabel had a notebook and a reading light ut, and was scribbling in her pink beglittered journal. He smiled as she gave him a grin, blushing slightly, clicked her pen and the journal closed.
They said their good-nights to each other, but as Dipper sat in his customary curled fetal-position for sleep, he could hear Mabel sniffling again. He got up, walked over to check that the door to the attic was locked, and then went over to spoon behind Mabel.
His hand wrapped around the baby-blue music-note-encrusted nightgown. In ;reply to her sniffled “Dip?” he whispered sleepily to her “Promised we’ll be together, and Pines don’t make promises they don’t keep.”
He felt her relax, tenseness flowing out as she relaxed from the fetal curl she’d been in, and snuggled against him. He gave her a single squeeze of affection, and then sleep Dipper away again.

Saturday
Dipper was glad he’d kept the door locked the night before.
He had fished around with his hand, the warmth of the noonday sun rousing him as he stirred, but consciousness was brought on as he felt his hand brush against a warm breast. The nipple stiffening against his accidental palm as he hurriedly moved it; Not that he minded groping or sister, or that she’d minded when he’d done so before, but Dipper wanted to avoid tempting fate should Grunkle Stan decide he needed to barge in and tell them something.
Still, as he felt around, he kept trying and failing to find a “safe” nightie-covered part of her sister’s torso, instead finding her bare, goosebumped skin repeatedly. It wasn’t until her waist that he felt anything, and a careful brush of his fingertips revealed the side of a pair of her cotton panties rather than any part of the silk shift from the night before.
He looked up from his hands to meet his sister’s open eyes, and she said with a bit of an impatient frown “Well, brobro? You gonna do anything with your explorin’ hand there, or you just gonna keep teasing me with it?”
Nonplussed, it took Dipper a second before his brain rebooted and piloted his hand downwards to rub against the panties. Mabel giggled, letting out a little teasing “Finally,” before grinding her hips against his hand. She reached down with her hand, massaging her brother’s cock through his boxers, running a hand inside once he’d grown hard and pumping him a few times.
Dipper gave an appreciative moan, and bent down to suck on one of Mabel’s nipples, earning a squeak of pleasure in return. He had just reached down to start shimmying off his shorts, in preparation for even more fun, when Mabel sat back, smiling mischievously at him as she got up and began sifting through her side of the closet.
Dipper made a sad noise and puppy-dog eyes towards his sister for leaving him literally hanging, but she just sat up, pulling out some jeans and a dark navy T-shirt that Dipper didn’t even know Mabel had. She shrugged the shirt on, pulled up the pants, giving Dipper a final view and wiggle of her pale butt before the fabric concealed it, and she walked over to the bed.
Dipper made a little strangled noise as she bent down, pulling the boxers to one side to engulf his hardness in her mouth. She gave him three, exorbitantly long sucks, running her tongue in a little circle around the head of his cock after each time she engulfed him, and Dipper felt like he was about to explode when she suddenly stopped.
Mabel stood back up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, and she gave Dipper a wink. “See you downstairs, brobro.” She bent over to give her brother a kiss on his birthmark, even as Dipper sputtered confused protests.
When the bedroom door shut behind her, Dipper just sighed, groaning as his balls probably matched the color of her shirt, and he frantically grabbed a somewhat-clean shirt and pants, hobbled across the hallway to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut before yanking his boxers aside to finish the job his sister so cruelly started.
He came, groaning with release and mopping up the bit he’d spilled on the floor with some toilet paper, and then he stumbled into the shower and cleaned up. By the time he got downstairs, the acute disappointment for Mabel’s taunting had mostly blunted.
Mabel had other plans.
She smiled at him from behind Grunkle Stan’s back, and pulled one of the strawberry-banana yogurts Stan had set out on the table towards her, flicking the edge with her tongue as she pulled off the lid. Dipper’s eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do, and then the yogurt seal she was pulling open accidentally popped, spraying her face as she let out an “Oh, shoot” that caused Grunkle Stan to turn and laugh when he saw the mess.
She gave their Grunkle a sheepish shrug, and when he turned back to the cooking Stancakes, ran a finger along a blob on her cheek, popping it in her mouth and making a ridiculous. Dipper was slack-jawed, both with amazement that she was doing that, literally right next to their Grunkle, and also with the incredible unfairness that she was able teasing him again with such ease.
“Oh, come on,” he couldn’t help but say aloud, causing Grunkle Stan to turn to look at him as he said “What, Dip?”
Dipper just looked at Mabel, mind suddenly racing for an explanation, before she supplied one, saying in a saccharine-innocent voice “Oh, sorry brobro. I forgot you like the strawberry-banana the best. Well, if you can put up with peach, we can grab some from the store later this weekend, okay?”
He just grumbled a “Yeah,sounds fine,” and Grunkle Stan nodded, grinning a little as he went back to making the pancakes.

Mabel led him out the door and to the lake after they ate; Dipper had been expecting her to tease him with some skimpy swimsuit or another, but instead she’d stolen a pair of his black swimtrunks and kept the same navy t-shirt on from that morning.
Instead, the morning was filled with varying degrees of terror. Mabel had declared it was “Dipper Learns How to High-Dive” day, and despite his vehement protests that he neither knew nor desired to know how to dive and that Mabel had no training to that effect either, Mabel had led him to various increasingly-tall rocky overhangs and cliffs. Each time she egged him on, and in two cases outright pushed him, before following herself or running down to meet him at the water’s edge when he surfaced.
Still, Dipper had noticed that she’d kept well back from jumping the last few times, and as she led him to what she said was the last jump of the day, she had stayed behind him the entire time. A bit of revenge entered Dipper’s mind, and he protested again for this cliff, standing with his back to his sister as he stood on the ledge.
He counted off two seconds in his head, and sidestepped, a grin popping onto his face as his sister stumbled past him. The grin faded as he heard his sister’s scream as she fell to splash into the water; It was most decidedly not a happy scream.
Shaking his head with regret for what he did and what he was about to do, Dipper took a few steps back, and then ran towards the ledge, diving over the rocky berm after his sister and silently hoping that Mabel was okay.
He landed, making less of a splash than he had the last few times, and surfaced. Mabel was treading water, sputtering and fuming, but seeing her at least physically all right was a huge relief already.
Still, as Dipper waded to shore, he was taken aback when he started to say “I’m sorry, Mabes. I just wanted to get you ba-” and was interrupted by her fist socking him in the nose.
He stumbled back, his nose stinging but the shock at the blow being worse than any actual damage.
“You dick! I coulda-I coulda died, Dipper! What the hell were you thinking?”
Dipper sat back in the shallow water in shock, before feeling a heat flushing against his cheeks. “What was I thinking? Mabel, you pushed me, twice! You think that was all hunky-dory and safe when it’s not happening to you?”
Mabel stopped, lowering a finger that was ready to rant, and instead letting out a sullen “I…No, guess not.”
She turned to look at him, her voice still holding a pitch of anger as well as an undercurrent of trepidation. “If it wasn’t fun, why the heck didn’t you say so?”
Dipper opened his mouth to retort, and then stopped. In a quiet voice, he said with no small amount of uncertainty “I…I don’t know. I think I just saw you were having fun, and didn’t want to give you a downer day like you had yesterday.”
Mabel looked at him for a long few seconds, saying nothing, before turning and stomping out of the shallows and towards the trail they had arrived on. Dipper stumbled to his feet, and chased after her to put a hand on her shoulder.
She shook his hand off her shoulder, muttering half to Dipper, half to herself “Leave me alone. Bad enough I ruined your day, but I don’t need your pity too.”
Dipper stopped for a moment, confused, but then ran up and grabbed her shoulder firmly, forcing her to look at him. With a face full of worry, he said softly “Mabel, what’s with you today? You’ve been acting really, well, weird, even given how zany you’ve been all week.”
He felt her stiffen, then her shoulders shook once. She looked up to face him, eyes dry and voice firm, but she said “I..” She looked away, to the side of their feet. “I just wanted today to be, I dunno…different. Unique. Memorable, or something.”
Dipper gave her a smile, and squeezed her shoulder lightly. “Mabes, you are memorable, just by being yourself. You don’t need to act different just for me-”
She turned away from him, strain in her voice as she said “Dip, you just don’t understand. I-I do need to be different. For…for my own reasons.”
Dipper walked up behind his sister, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck. “Well, I love my sis specifically because she’s different, and not like the other girls.” Mabel let out a snort, but didn’t move away from him.
In fact, she pushed slightly back against him and let out a little happy sigh, and with an evil grin, Dipper ran a hand down the borrowed shorts, finding nothing in the way. Mabel stiffened, and then pushed against him again as his fingers found their mark, teasing and running along her lips before gently teasing her clit.
Then he stepped curtly back, withdrawing his hand, and when she turned to face him, arms attempting to grab him as she growled with arousal, he grinned and grabbed her wrists, keeping them away from his body as he leaned in to give her a chaste kiss on her bottom lip.
Then he turned and sprinted off back in the direction of the Shack, shouting to Mabel behind him“Payback’s a bitch!” as she yelled in frustration and gave chase.
A few minutes of sprinting and dodging through the forest later, and they had arrived at the shack, both out of breath and collapsing into a fit of giggles. After enjoying a nutritious dinner of breaded pork chops swimming in their own gravy tureens, the twins left Grunkle Stan to his new fantasy-drama addiction, and made their way to the bedroom.
There, they collapsed into intertwined bodies, kissing and running their hands across each other, Dipper enjoying feeling his sister’s hand as it squeezed at his ass and ran up his lightly-fuzzed chest.
Still, when he started to pull her hand towards his crotch, she stopped, giving him a pat on the top of it. He looked at her, and she chuckled. “Listen, brobro, I super-duper wanna jump on your bone right now,” and Dipper’s mind made room for an absolutely spectacular set of mental images, “But I also have something planned for tomorrow night, so I’d rather wait and let you get just a bit hot and bothered for what’s in store tomorrow.”
Dipper groaned with disappointment, but smiled in reply to her apologetic grin, kissing her on the forehead and then on the mouth as she murmured “But this, I definitely want to do this a little more though.”
An hour later, they had disentangled, and Dipper had changed for bed. Mabel had discarded the shirt and shorts to be properly dried, and had re-donned the still-fairly-clean blue panteis from that morning. She giggled at her brother’s stare, and she did a little twirl, pale round breasts gleaming as they stood free in the pale moonlight.
By way of explanation, she said “I wanted to see if it was hot enough out to be comfy with minimal coverings.” Then her gaze fell a bit, as she said in a quieter tone “Just me being ‘quirky,’ I guess.”
As her pale body was lit by the evening light, Dipper grinned, and said “Trust me, Mabes, I didn’t have any real problems with ‘quirky’ all day, and I certainly don’t mind you being ‘quirky’ now.”
She looked at him, her face hopeful as she said “But, the diving and stuff; I thought you-”
Dipper held up a hand. “Remember when I dove in after you when I thought you were hurt?” Mabel’s eyes lit up as he continued, smiling reassuringly at his twin. “While I’m not about to go try out for dive team anytime soon, I had fun today. Really.”
She smiled, nodding in self-satisfaction, before settling into bed. Dipper did the same, and before long, he’s snoring in time with his sister.

A few hours later, Mabel is adjusting herself in the covers, trying to and finally succeeding in getting comfortable. She snuggles in, looking over at her brother with excitement and anticipation. Finally.

Sunday
Dipper woke up to Mabel sitting on the end of his bed, staring at him. Not sure if he should expect morning blowjobs or mauling by a flock of well-intentioned-yet-startled crows, he glanced around before looking back to him.
Her grin could have been used to illuminate mineshafts, and there was more than a little int of mischief behind it all.
“So, brobro, how was your week?“
Dipper frowned, confused by the question, and shrugged. "Good, I guess. Fun.” His twin’s stare and head-tilting grin prompted more out of her sibling. “Like, you had all kinds of fun stuff each day, so it was good. Really good.”
Mabel squealed with happiness, clapping her hands together before standing up abruptly. “Excellent! This calls for a celebrat-”
She stopped, Dipper’s hand already outstretched to stop her as well, as she had begun to reach instinctively for the Mabel Juice. Both twins shuddered, and Mabel put aside the purple glittery unicorn cup and took a deep breath, saying “This calls for a celebration downstairs.”
She practically sprinted downstairs, and Dipper roused himself and grabbed a handful of clothes. Mabel wasn’t gone for more than a few seconds when her head suddenly popped back up in the doorway. “Morning, Dippingdots!” she said cheerily.
He gave her a nervous grin and an awkward wave. “Uhhh, hi.” She giggled, and then disappeared down the stairs. Dipper chuckled awkwardly, and then got dressed, following the direction his sister had escaped down.
Mabel was busy setting up decorations, and had grabbed Dipper to try and help. He was surprised to see Flapjack, the beaver, staggering around under a collection of party hats, as Mabel carefully tacked up part of a garland outside. Shrugging, he went inside to grab a tablecloth, and nearly ran into Mabel in the hallway as she was coming outside with a stack of plates.
Huh. She got done with the garland faster than I thought. Dipper let her pass, and went outside to deliver the cloth, and ran back inside, stumbling past Grunkle Stan, and catching sight of Mabel in the kitchen, elbows-deep in the batter for presumably some kind of cake. She caught sight of him, letting out a strangled "Aack!” before hurriedly covering something small as she shooed him from the kitchen.
Wow, Mabel is really driven today. It seemed everywhere he looked, Mabel was in the middle of or finishing a project, and as Soos and Wendy arrived, his twin emerged wielding the cake, carefully cutting sections off and handing pieces off to everyone.
Wendy asked offhand “So what’s the occasion,” and Dipper could tell Grunkle Stan and Soos were curious as well. Mabel just smiled, and said “Well, Dipper found out about the journal I’d made for him for our birthdays, before I gave it as a gift.“
Dipper’s heart dropped, a feeling of nausea rising as she gave him a small sad smile. His guilt was written plainly across his face, and both Soos and Wendy shook their heads in somewhat-serious mocking disapproval.
Still, Mabel’s grin returned full-force as she said “So I made him a new gift; A trail of clues! That way he can’t just find the gift, he has to work for it first”
She turned to him, waggling a scolding finger as Wendy, Soos, and Stan congratulated her on the idea. Dipper frowned in confusion. “But, where’s the first clue then?”
Mabel just glanced innocently and pointedly at Dipper’s untouched slice of cake, and fully feeling the eyes of the others on him, he began to eat it in small bites. Finally, his fork hit something hard and decidedly not cake-like, and a bit of probing revealed a small, plastic egg, like those that tended to show up everywhere around Easter.
Dipper pulled it out, dusted it off, and cracked it open. Inside, there was a slip of paper, with a number-substitution cipher he recognized as being one of the first ones he’d decrypted from the third Journal. Reading it was second nature by now, and as his eyes scanned it, his brow furrowed in confusion, before abruptly he stood and yelled “Oh man, this is amazing!”

It wasn’t amazing. The message was plain, simply instructing Dipper to go to a location a ways off from the Mystery Shack, and stay there until 7 PM. It ended with an encouragement to fake excitement at the message, which was probably for the best because right now Dipper felt like he’d been stood up on a date.
Still, he was waiting under the curved rock like the message said, and as the second minute passed agonizingly, abruptly there was a rumbling, buzzing noise from under a pile of leaves.
Carefully pushing them aside with a stick, he found a disposable cellphone with the words “Clue #2!”sharpied onto the side. The message on it was also in the same cipher, and it simply said one sentence.
“Return to the attic of the Shack.”

Dipper returned, anxious. Grunkle Ford’s car was gone; He was off for his Bowling Tournament, and if last month’s was any indication, he’d be out until well after the bars closed tomorrow. Instead, the door was unlocked, and creaking it open, Dipper was shocked to find a set of sandalwood and vanilla scented candles, tracing a path from the door to the stairs, and up them to the attic door.
He stepped up, the wood creaking as he stood outside the door, and he could hear Mabel’s voice from inside hiss “Shush!” In a louder voice, she called out “Dipper?”
Mouth dry with anticipation and nervousness, Dipper called back “Yeah?”
“Come on in, but shut your eyes!”
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and cracking open the door to step into the attic.
The light was bright here; Not the overwhelming sun-magnitude of luminescence from when Mabel had made the clamshell display, but certainly much brighter than the electric lights in there normally offered.
Dipper could feel Mabel’s hands guide him to sit in a chair, and he could feel her step back and to one side. There was a stifled sneeze, which caused Dipper to turn his head in sudden confusion as it came from the other side of the room he heard Mabel move towards.
Before he could puzzle on it, he heard a chorus of voices say as one “Open your eyes, Dip.”
He obeyed, and was suddenly at a loss for words.
In front of him was Mabel.
A lot of Mabel.
Seven, to be precise, each wearing a matching lacy thong and teddy in a different shade of the rainbow, and lipstick and a hair bow to match. They shot him various glances of excitement, arousal, nervous anticipation, and as his eyes finally settled on the Mabel in the purple outfit, she grinned and took a step forward.
Clearing her throat theatrically, the purple Mabel said “Happy birthday, brobro.”
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