Pity Party

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Mabel's POV

I sat in the attic, staring at the bed that was once my brothers. He never came back after the puppet show. My phone dinged, leaving the notification, 'text from Gabe.' I smiled, at least one good thing came out of the show.

Gabe: Hey, wanna hang out tonight?

Mabel: Yeah, of course!

Gabe: Sweet, pick you up at six. Bring a puppet.

A puppet? Which one? I settled for the puppet of me, smiling at the memory of after the show. Yes I miss Dipper...but he'll come back. We all know he will. I started getting ready. I wore my signature shooting star sweater, a purple skirt, knee high frilly socks, a pink headband, and black flats. Where was he taking me? Why do we need a puppet? I then remembered something. Dipper and I's birthday is in a few more days. Dipper would be back by then.

Right?

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