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Helping Hand	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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7 Party Line
Dipper and Mabel’s dad looked well when they did the face-time call that evening. He looked too thin, but his voice was stronger, and he said he had only one complaint: “I get tired quickly.”
Even that was improving, though, and he perked up a lot when Stan came onscreen to talk to him for a few minutes. “Don’t you worry about the kiddos,” Stan said. “I’ll take good care of them, just like I've done since they were, what, twelve?” They arranged for regular calls home, three times a week.
As they were about to hang up, Mom said, “Kids, you don’t know how much it’s helped me for you to take this little vacation. Dad and I will try to come up in about a month. Uncle Stanley says he knows a place where we can stay, and then we’ll talk about your plans for summer classess if you want to stay there until September. Love you both.”
Both told her they loved her, too, and as soon as they were off the phone, Mabel jumped up and did a little dance with her arms thrust up in a Rocky-type victory pose. “Yes! You both heard it! We’re gonna talk about staying until September, and that means we’re spending! The! Whole! Summer!”
“Wellp, you guys had a late lunch, but I had nothin' but a beer, and I’m starvin’,” Stan said, looking at his watch. “Ten past eight. Let’s get a move on!”
“Food!” Mabel sang, continuing her triumphant dance. “Yes!”
Stan brought her mood down just a little when he took them to dinner, not at The Club but at Greasy’s Diner. “Money don’t grow on trees, ya know,” he said.
That made Dipper feel guilty, and as they ate, he said, “Uh, gruncle Stan, I can pay for my meal and Mabel’s.”
Stan threw back his head and laughed. “Naw, knucklehead, I got it covered. I just got a soft spot in my gut for Greasy’s. In fact, I’m making a pretty comfortable living as a real-estate mongrel.”
“Uh—mogul?” Dipper guessed.
“Yeah, one of them. I had a lot of dough left over from repairing the Portal, and I bought up some choice land in the fall of 2012. Moved it at a hundred per cent profit over the next few years, bought up some more, sold some more, both in and out of the valley, and now Twin Pines Mall sits right on top of acreage I sold them. Beauty part, they paid up front, so even if the pandemic bleeds their profits, I already got my share. And I branched out, have investments in the local bank, two savings and loans outside the valley, even a minor stake in a pharmaceutical company. Confidentially, my brother gave me the tip to buy that one. It’s really paid off!”
After dinner, they swung by to see his house. It wasn’t a log cabin, but a modern, tidy six-room bungalow on half an acre. And inside it sported new furniture, including a recliner with built-in massager and a huge wall-mounted TV. “Zagga-zow!” Mabel said. “You’re really successful! Can we go rent our car now?”
No, Gleeful’s was closed for the evening, but Stan promised he’d be at the Shack at nine sharp the next morning. After he dropped them off, Mabel said, “If we play our cards right, I’ll bet gruncle Stan will get TWO cars for us! That would be so cool! I want a Lambchop Buggy!”
“Lamborghini?” Dipper guessed.
“Yeah, what you said! Hey, it’s cool in here, and not in a good way. Let’s build a fire and pop popcorn!”
“Okay, but I doubt Discount Auto Mart will even have a Lamborghini. They sell for like half a million dollars apiece. Let’s settle for a compact.”
“Or two!”
“Or two,” Dipper said.
The evening had turned chilly. Dipper hauled in a load of firewood from the woodshed at the edge of the forest. Then he carefully stacked up some crumpled paper and splinters of pine kindling, added three logs, and soon had a nice fire going. “But I’m too full for popcorn,” he said as the blaze began to crackle.
“No worries, brobro. We’ll just snuggle here and reminisce about all the summers we spent here at the Falls.”
“Sounds lovely,” he said with a grin. This was more like the old Mabel.
“I’ll go get us a blanket!”
Dipper sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and drifted in memory. The time he had to do the stupid lamb dance to banish some ghosts, and afterward Wendy told him he was so cute. The time he and she sat on a log, and she told him she knew he was crushing on her, but she was too old for him, making him feel like a squashed bug. The note she handed him before they left the Falls that first time—“See you next Summer! Stay cool!”—and the way it made his spirits soar again.
And over the next vacations, they did see each other, and he tried to remain cool. Over four more summers he and Wendy had grown closer, but never quite close enough. The next to last summer, they had started kissing, and not just on the cheek. Right on the lips. With tongue. And the summer after that, they had cuddled, and she let him touch her boobs through her shirt and once she even used her hand to ease him off, just before the summer ended. Dipper had kept that handjob secret, even from Mabel, and until she’d lent him a hand, he’d never since had another one. Still, though he and Mabel had gone there now, he’d never tell her about the first one ever, because it was from Wendy, and it was private.
Then came college. And one short summer and a skipped one when he couldn’t visit the Falls. But . . ..
Dipper and Wendy had continued to text constantly, and one day when he had just turned eighteen, she had admitted, “I dream about the times we fooled around. U still unattached, dude?”
With his heart fluttering, he’d texted back, “Yes. U?”
“Yeah. Had a few boyfriends, but they were shitty. Don't think I’m 2 old 4 you anymore.”
He had to key in his response three times before he stopped making typos and stupid autocorrect stopped changing words. “Wendy I’m still in love with you.”
And it took her a long time for her to respond: “That is totally cool with me, man. Can we C each other soon?”
But suddenly college took all his time. He kept looking for opportunities to get away, and none came. Wendy couldn’t manage the long trip down to California, either, but they coped. During the early fall, their texts got spicier. And then came the first exchange of sex pics. And some nights they lay in bed, separately, and spoke to each other quietly while they fantasized. And, shit, now his dick was all hard.
Mabel came back. “How’s this?” she asked. “It’s my special nightie. What do you think?”
Dipper blinked. “Where . . . did you even get that?”
It was an undecorated sleep shirt, sleeveless and with a plunging neckline, only about mid-thigh length, and pale pink.
And made completely of thin, clingy, slinky, see-through fabric. Mabel stood in front of the fire and posed, the flames silhouetting every curve. “Does it show off the goods or what?”
“It’s real attractive,” Dipper said. When she stood with legs apart, he could even see against the background of flames the gently divided pouch of her pussy. And her eager nipples showed clearly, even with her back to the fire.
“Glad you like it!” She sat beside him and pulled the blanket—until then he hadn’t even noticed she had brought down a blanket—over both of them. “This is nice,” she sighed. “I love a fire. Remember that time the wax people tried to kill us? I threw wax Shakespeare’s head on the burning logs! Ha! That was fun!”
“Yeah, and when we were fifteen, some Manotaur started a campfire for you, and he thought that meant you were married and Wendy and I had to come to the Man Cave and rescue you.”
“Yeah, darn it. You guys spoiled the moment.”
“Mabel, if a Manotaur crammed his dick in you, he’d split you open.”
“Be fun trying, though.”
“What are you doing, Sis?”
“Just feeling you up. Get out of those jeans, Brobro! I’m comfortable. You get comfy, too, hmm?”
They’d already gone so far that it wasn’t worth a struggle. Dipper took off his shoes, socks, and jeans, then his tee shirt, keeping on only his undershorts.
Mabel said, “So, Dip, you and Wendy, next Friday, hmm? Can I watch?”
“No!” Dipper said. “Absolutely not. She’d think that was sick. It IS sick!”
“I’d be real quiet,” she urged.
“No! Anyway, I—” he broke off, flustered.
“Come on, spill the beans, brobro. You can tell me anything!”
“Um—I don’t know if we’re really gonna do it. I mean, it’s been close to two years since we’ve really seen each other—”
“Your secret photo folders show different!” She chuckled. “You've seen all of each other! I especially like that one where she’s on knees and elbows, doggy style, and her boobs are hanging down and her legs are apart so you can see her pussy and asshole, and she’s looking back over her shoulder so coy. It’s saying loud as day, ‘Do me, Dipper!’”
“Loud as day?” he asked. The memory of that particular photo gave him a greater hard-on, though. He didn’t have to gaze into the fire to remember their heated phone conversation after he’d received it—
“Oh, Dipper, put it inside me!”
“Here it comes, Wendy, nice and slow!”
“Aww, man, that feels so great! I’m squeezing your cock with my pussy, man. Feel this?”
Dipper was squeezing his own dick, just as Wendy was clamping down on a dildo. “Feels so good! I’m going to start moving now.”
“Mm, yeah, nice and slow, nice and slow. Oh, man, my pussy's totally wet! Imagine that I’m locking my long legs around your waist now. You like that?”
“Love it!”
And et, as they say, cetera.
“Want another BJ?” Mabel asked, shattering Dipper's reverie.
“I think maybe we’re pushing it,” Dipper said. “I don’t want to get so used to stuff like that so, you know, I might not be able to perform with Wendy.”
“Oh, for fuck's sake, brobro! That is not gonna happen! When you mentioned her name, your dick pulsed. I can feel it, you know.” She leaned so close that her mouth was an inch from his ear. “Wendy,” she cooed, her breath warm and smelling of toothpaste. “Wendy, Wendy, Wennnnnndy Wennnndy’s sweet sweet pussssssy.”
Dipper wriggled. “Maybe I better take off my shorts.”
“That would be cool.”
He pulled them off and dropped them on the sofa cushion beside him. By then the fire had warmed up things, and they tossed the blanket onto the floor, too. “Tell you what,” Mabel said. “I’ll take off my nightie, ‘cause I don’t want to get it icky, and we’ll sit here gazing into the fire, and you reach over and finger me and I’ll give you a real nice, slow handjob. I’m gonna pretend you’re my unknown dream guy, and you pretend that I’m Wendy.”
“But you’re not.”
“Practice makes perfect.” Mabel stood up. "How's it look from the back?"
Dipper blinked as she demurely turned completely around. "It's, uh, almost backless." The long vee of the neckline let even her navel peek out in front, but in back the scoop revealed half of her butt crack. "Wow."
"Knew you'd like it." With one quick move, she pushed the negligee down to the floor, stooped to pick it up and drape over the sofa back, and and plopped her round butt down next to him on the sofa. She threw her right thigh over his left. “Wendy’s sweet tight pussy is waiting, Dipper!” Her fingers gently moved on his dick.
He reached down, and she was wet already.
“Mm,” Mabel said. “I’m a redhead with freckles and a great body! Dipper, remember when we’d lay in bed on the phone and get ourselves off and pretend we were together?”
“Mabel!” Dipper said. “You know about that?”
She nuzzled his neck. “Now I do. Lucky guess, thanks for confirming. Hey, maybe you want to call her right now and make like you’re all alone and you two could, you know, have a sex play session. I won’t mind. Honest. I’ll be real quiet, and that’ll give me a chance to make some mental notes on your technique and so on.”
“I think she’s in her cousin's house or apartment somewhere near the hospital where her brother was, and he may be in the next room.”
“Love will find a way!” Mabel squeezed so hard that Dipper yelped. “Just calming things down, Dip. Be straight with me. When did you start having phone sex with Wen?”
“Ouch, take it easy! Uh, it was right after Christmas. The night after, I think. She sent me a really special photo, and I called her and we sort of . . . drifted into it. Then about three or four times a month, until Dad went into the hospital and about the same time her brother got sick. We haven’t done it since then.”
“Then she’s due,” Mabel said. “Call her—no face-time, tell her it’s dark or something—and see if she’s in the mood. If she wants to go for it, I’ll pretend to be her for you. And you might make plans for your get-together, even. Try it.”
It took a little more wheedling. It was past ten-thirty, full dark outside, and he knew that Wendy didn’t normally go to sleep before eleven. He got his phone from his discarded jeans and speed-dialed her.
“Dude!” she said quietly when she answered. “I was just thinking about you!”
“And I was thinking about you. Um—are we private?”
“Just a sec.” He could hear some sounds and then she was back. “Just locked the door. My brother’s already snoring in his bedroom. I think if we don’t get loud, it’s all private.”
“Want to fool around?”
She giggled. “Stop reading my mind! Um, yeah. How about you? Are you, you know, private?”
“Mabel’s going to be sleeping up in the attic. I’m in the parlor. If she starts downstairs, I’ll hear her ‘cause the stairs creak.”
“You talked me into it.”
Mabel whispered into Dipper’s ear: “Speaker!”
“Um, Wendy, I’m gonna put you on speaker, okay? So my hands will be free.”
“Wanna face-time?”
“No, better not. If Mabel started downstairs, she’d see the screen lit up and catch me. Speaker okay?”
“Fine with me, dude.”
Dipper switched to speaker mode and in the firelight held a finger against his lips, warning Mabel to remain quiet. “Can you hear me?” he asked.
Wendy’s voice came from the phone: “Nice and clear, Dip. So . . . what’s up? Where are you?”
“On the sofa in front the fireplace,” he said.
“You're sure Mabel’s not gonna hear us, right?”
He glanced at his sister. She closed her eyes and mimed snoring but made no sound. “She’s already asleep,” he said. “Long drive up, you know how it is.”
“In front of the fireplace, huh?” Wendy asked. “I’m gonna picture it as having a great big roaring fire in it. Um, you know when there’s a nice fire goin’ my flannel shirt feels awful hot. Think I should take it off?”
“Let me unbutton it for you,” Dipper said. “Top button. Next one. Next one. Next one. Last one . . . you have such beautiful boobs, Wendy.”
“Thanks, let me take this all the way off . . . and get out of this bra. There we go. I like it when you caress my tits, man. Your hands feel so good.”
Next to Dipper, Mabel tossed her see-through nightie aside and then made him put his arm over her shoulders and knead her left breast. She had stopped jerking him off—his dick was at full attention anyway—and she put her head against his shoulder and gazed down at his shaft with a dreamy smile on her lips as she gently fondled his balls with her cupped hand.
“I’m . . . caressing your breast,” Dipper said. “Want me to pinch your nipple?”
“Yeah, hard. Like that. Pull on it! Oh, I like it when it’s so hard it almost hurts. You can be kinda rough with me.”
Mabel nudged him impatiently, and he pinched her nip and tugged it not too gently. He heard her catch her breath, and she nodded.
“What do you have on?” Wendy asked.
“It is kinda warm in front of the fire,” he said. “So I just have my briefs on.”
“Ooh, I wanna let your cock out for some air,” Wendy said. “So, I’m on the floor, and I’m reaching up . . . now I’m taking the waistband of your shorts between my teeth . . . and now I’m peeling ‘em down. Whoa, are you stiff already?”
Mabel snuggled even closer to him and moved her hand back up from his balls to his penis. “I got hard just thinking about you, Wendy. Will you touch it?”
“Sure, I love me a good springy cock. Here I go. My fingers are on it. Up and down. Feel good?”
“It would feel better if you’d take off the rest of your clothes and let me pet your pussy.”
Wendy nearly purred. “Nice idea! You’re gettin’ bold these days, Dipper! Yeah, I can arrange that . . . zip, there we go . . . there go my jeans, my panties . . . and now I’m as bare as a newborn baby. Move your hand down over my stomach. Slow circles, yeah, get me in the mood, man. And I’m stroking your cock while you do that.”
“You're making my dick wet,” Dipper said. Mabel was teasing pre-cum from his anxious penis, and he was rubbing her tummy.
“You're makin' my pussy slippery, too! That’s ‘cause our juices are flowing, Dip. Stick your finger in my belly button. Taste of things to come.”
Dipper circled his fingertips and probed his sister's navel as Wendy had asked, and he noticed Mabel making some kind of frantic motion. He glanced at her. She was grinning at him, her face very red in the firelight, and she was fanning herself with her free hand. The message came across clearly: This is ridiculously hot!
He felt the same way. “Now I’m moving my hand down,” he said. “Your hair down here is silky soft.”
“Mm, nice. Now you can find my pussy with the same finger you used in my belly button.”
“So soft and hot. Just some slow and gentle stroking at first,” he said. “Up and down. You really are wet!”
And so was Mabel.
“Man, this is getting me so turned on! I wish I had my little Flexi Fellow!”
Mabel mouthed, “What?”
“You mean I have a rival?” Dipper asked. “When I’m making you this wet, you gorgeous slut?”
“Yeahh, call me dirty names,” Wendy said. “But Flexi’s just eight inches long, and he’s made of rubber. Or silicone, I guess. You saw him when we face-timed once. Anyhow, since my last unpleasant experience with a guy, the Flexi's kept my pussy fairly happy.”
“A vibrator?” he asked.
“No, just a dildo. No motor. Anyways, the Flexi’s hidden in my bedroom back home, so forget him. You’re not gonna disappoint me like my last guy, are you?”
“Never,” Dipper said.
“I could always count on you. All right, yeah, I’m nice an’ ready. So now you can, mm, take a dip in my slit. Are you being gentle?”
“Yeah,” Dipper said, his forefinger parting Mabel’s outer pussy lips and finding the slippery inner ones. “I’m slising my finger inside. You’re so slick down here!”
In response, Wendy moaned. Mabel clapped her free hand over her mouth as Dipper slipped his fingers deeper inside her.
He said, “You can go faster now, Wen. Don’t squeeze, though. I want to wait until my dick’s inside this hot pussy for real before I feel you squeeze. Does this feel good? When I’ve put two fingers inside you?”
“Aw, fuck, man! You’re getting me seriously close to the edge!”
“Then I’m going to move one finger up and crook it and tickle your clit.”
“And—uhh!—I’m gonna concentrate on your tight knob. Cum for me, Dip! I want your—ah!—hot splooge to shoot out all over my belly and tits!”
Mabel must have thought that was a good idea, because she gently disengaged his hand from her snatch and knelt beside him on the sofa as she jerked him closer to his limit. She was rubbing herself off again, and in the light from the fire Dipper could see her clenching her lower lip between her teeth.
“Oh, fuck, Wendy, I’m so close! Are you close?”
“Y-yeah! Just a little more attention to my—AHH! Dipper, I’m cumming!” Her voice didn’t rise to a scream, but she let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure and then said, “Oh, fuck me, man, that’s great!”
At that Dipper’s dick jerked, and Mabel pulled it toward her and leaned way over, letting his cum splash her chest. From the way she was shaking, Dipper guessed his horny sister was cumming along with him and Wendy.
He gasped. “I’m shooting all over your tits! They look so gorgeous! Can you feel my hot sperm?”
“I can imagine it!” she said. “Oh, man! Dipper, if real life is like this, you and me are gonna be fantastic together! Whoo, I’m coming down from my high. Fuck me raw, Dipper, how did you learn to please a girl like that?”
“Just—just instinct, I guess,” he said, shivering because Mabel had taken his flaccid dick into her mouth and was sucking him as she smeared his cum all over her boobs. Both nipples dripped white.
“Whoa,” Wendy murmured. “’Scuse me for asking, but you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Not . . . quite,” Dipper said. “Um, well, technically, I guess I’d have to say yes. . . you know, nothing serious. Sort of playing around three times in high school and college. I mean, I’ve never really had intercourse, but girls have let me touch them and, you know, one touched me, so I guess I’d say I’m sort of not a virgin that way, but I've never done it, never put my, um, inside of a girl's, you know, so . . . kinda I'm one."
“Cards on the table, man, I’m totally not. I mean, I’ve done it just a few times, with two different guys, and neither of them was Robbie. Can I tell you something, Dipper? Like I say, cards on the table?”
“You can say anything to me,” Dipper told Wendy as he urged Mabel to get off his dick. She sat beside him, reached down, and started stroking her pussy, her face wreathed in a goofy, dreamy grin.
He heard Wendy take a long, deep breath. “Okay, dude, here it is. Both the guys I’ve had were way too quick on the trigger. I mean, they both shot their loads, and then they weren’t interested in me. One would just turn over and go off to sleep, and the other one would turn on a damn ball game and order me to get up and go get him a beer! I dropped them both, fast. So . . . I'm not a virgin, but I don't fuck just anybody. And I want you so bad. Only promise me that you’ll make sure that I, you know, hit my peak. And then afterwards, be there for me. Cuddling, you know.”
“Wendy,” Dipper said, “I swear that before I cum even once, I’ll make you cum twice.”
Mabel held up three fingers.
“Three times!” Dipper corrected.
Mabel gave him a thumbs up, pointed to herself, mimed a yak-yak way of talking with her hand, and then pointed to her pussy, making fucking motions with her fingers.
“Uh, and when—when you and I, you know, when, um, we—”
“Fuck?” Wendy suggested softly. "You can say it, dude."
“Yeah, when we fuck, well, please tell me what to do. At least our first time. Every time if you want to. I swear I’ll follow your directions. I want you to feel really, really good about—Wen? Are you crying?”
She sniffled. “Little bit. Know why?”
“No. Did I hurt your feelings or—”
“No!” She sniffed again. “I’m just so happy, and it may be for a stupid reason, but just now you didn’t say ‘When I fuck you.’ You said, ‘When WE fuck.’ Oh, God, Dipper, I was wrong when I said we’d just be friends. I love you, man. Even though we never really did much about it, I love you, ‘cause you’re so . . . so thoughtful and gentle . . . and I’m gonna love you the best way I know how!”
Mabel held up two fingers.
“We’re going to find the best ways together,” Dipper said. “Because I love you, too.”
“Aw, man, I'm comin' down from my orgasm high. I guess I better get into my pajamas now.” She sniffled, but then gave a throaty, satisfied chuckle. “God, that was great! I’m still glowing. Listen, I’ll be sure to tell you what I like when we’re fuckin' for real. In exchange, I want you to promise you’ll be upfront with me, too. Tell me anything that turns you on, any way I can make you cum that you like, and I promise I’ll do it. I mean, like, mouth, pussy, ass, anything you want to try. Including stuff that might be kinky. ‘Cause I’m ready for that, too!”
“I know we’re going to be incredible together,” Dipper said. “Because I’ve dreamed about you for so long.”
They murmured some more endearments before hanging up. Mabel climbed onto Dipper’s lap, wriggling her naked butt on his limp dick. “Wah-wow!” she said. “I loved that, too! ‘Cause I’m a perv! It was like a threesome. An awesome threesome!” She wriggled her ass. “You got one more shot in you, brobro?”
“Not . . . right now,” he said. “Maybe give me an hour?”
“Did you like shooting your cum onto my tits, Dipper?”
“It was wonderful.”
“I’ve been thinking. Last time we were up, Wendy and me had a heart to heart, and she kinda complained that her boobs were small. I mean, they're bigger than mine used to be, but she’s not real chesty. My bouncy-wouncies are gonna surprise her. Do you still have that special flashlight?”
“No, I took it apart and hid the crystal again,” Dipper said.
“Shit. Is there a good flashlight in the Shack?”
“I don’t know. Probably. Soos always has all kinds of tools.”
“And can you remember where the crystals grow?”
“Sure, they—wait a minute. Are you suggesting I offer to enlarge Wendy’s boobs?”
“Only if she wants it,” Mabel said. She turned around and straddled him, her knees beside his butt, her boobs in his face again. “I’ll talk to her, all right? Kind of casually bring up the subject that you know a safe and natural way of, um, instant enhancement! And if she’s interested, we’ll go on a Mystery Twins walk to wherever those crystals are, and you pick out a good one. We’ll buy a flashlight if necessary!”
“Mabel, Wendy may like herself just the way she is. I mean, I love her just the way she is!”
Mabel moved her shoulders from side to side, rubbing her nipples back and forth over his lips. “Lick ‘em!” she said. “Show me how you’ll take instructions from Wendy. Lick those nips!”
He did, tasting his own cum on them, salty but not revolting.
Mabel cuddled his head, cooing. “See, Dip, this is sooo much better than when mine were small. I’ll even send her a topless selfie to demonstrate the After, ‘cause she knows the Before already. And if she wants to try—”
“If she wants it, we’ll do it,” Dipper said.
“And, um, one other thing. After you and Wendy, you know, come to your arrangement or whatever, if I can persuade her, could we have a threesome for real? I mean, you wouldn’t have to screw me. I wouldn’t mind going down on Wendy, though, maybe we could give you a show and all, and then I might sit on her face while you—”
“What even makes you think she’d agree to that?”
“Past experience,” Mabel said quietly. She took a deep breath. “Wen’s not completely straight, Dipper. The last summer we were up here, one night we both had some wine, and we both got a wee bit, um. Bent.”
“You made love to her?”
“No, not full-tilt les, no what do you call it, pussy on pussy stuff, no sixty-niney, but we got loose and naked and sort of played around with our fingers and tongues,” Mabel said. "I guess maybe drinking even one glass of wine kinda strips away my inhibitions."
"How does it even find any?" Dipper asked..
Mabel slapped his face, first with her right boob, then with her left. “Don't be rude! Anyway, Wen and I both enjoyed it. So if she’s okay with a small family group scene--?”
“We’ll see,” Dipper said, already thinking It’s gonna happen. I just know it’s gonna happen.
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