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𝗙𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲?
𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲
𝗦𝗼 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆
𝗧𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 '𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻
𝗦𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, "𝗢𝗵, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸"
𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆?
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱
"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲?
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲"
𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂
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The first time he met her, he was no more than a pubescent volcano. Age thirteen and still the most attractive boy in their age-group. But that wasn't what made her like him.
The first time he saw her was at their boarding school in junior high. How could junior high have a boarding school? Dipper wasn't aware. However, that hardly mattered now, did it? That wasn't a major part in this story. No, not by a long shot.
Instead of going home for their winter break, Dipper's parents whisked away to a different continent and told them to stay at the Cheswell Academy, which was the most disappointing news any child could hear from their parents.
Dipper was hurt, alright? But he didn't necessarily show it. Because his twin sister was more saddened by the news their parents shared via a letter. Not a call, not a face-to-face meeting. None of those. Just a plain letter that had a stamp of their signatures. Didn't even have the courtesy to sign it themselves.
It was a tad bit before light's out, when Dipper had left Mabel's dormitory in search of anything else to keep his mind away from his dreadful winter break. There weren't many students around, given the fact that they all had lovely parents who wanted to spend as much time as they could with them, so he wasn't expecting anyone to bother him while he sulked.
He didn't want to go back to his room, that was certain. Because he was dead-positive that he left his parents's ludicrous letter sitting right in the open on his desk. He would have to settle for their grade's common area.
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FanfictionThird time's the charm, isn't that how the phrase goes? Or, rather, is it three strikes, you're out? For Dipper Gleeful, it tends to fall onto the latter. The boy could get anyone he should desire, given his net-worth, his angelic genetics (thanks M...
