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-Savannah POV-
I went to my fathers stone (human version). I stared at him with sorrow and mystery "Today I'm 119 years old dad, I hope your proud of me. I wonder if mom worries about us, wonders abro even watches over us. Do you think she loved us, why would she leave. I left camp half blood, I wasn't welcome but I found a place here, although they don't accept you they accept me. I live with Stan and Ford, they treat me as their own which I'm thankful for. Sometimes I wonder if you truly loved me, you say you tried to conquer for us but was that really the case? I don't know but know, I still love you" I put a flower in his hand, the flower he gave to my mother and I, a blue rose. I then left for the shack when I heard voices. I then saw Stan and Ford hugging some teenagers. "Hey folks, who are the dweebs?" "These are our greatest niece and nephew, Dipper and Mable" I then smile "nice to meet you, Im Savannah, Savannah Cipher" their eyes widen as I raise an eyebrow "something the matter?" They shook their heads but they boy asked "why do you have those tattoos?" "Don't know and don't care" "how many piercings do you have?" "19" they were suspicious so I said "I'm going to the woods" I then head out the door. I grab my bow, gifted to me from my mother when I was at camp. I began to shoot when I heard footsteps and asked "what do you want dweeb?" Dipper came out. "What are you doing?" "Shooting arrows, why?" "Just curious"

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