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Dipper woke up. It wasn’t his bed. But he knew that. He remembered all. He couldn’t even pretend. He did it , he meant to do it. But still, it was so out there. He never imagined, not in a million years. But he was there. He had done it. Why? He knew why, it was sleeping in his arms. How? Well, that’s an interesting question. How?
She came and asked, and here they were. Yes, but it’s not that simple . But it was. it just was irresistible.
He may fight he may put a show, he had pride after all. Did he really will let her know the power she had over him.
She came and asked, and he said yes. But you have to understand, it’s how she said , he remembered last night and-
“Hello,” she said, but again in a certain tone, super charming. “Dipsauce, what are you doin'?” yes, she said as joey from Friend. Really dumb, but again in a charming way.
At that point, he talked about this and that. He swore she wasn’t listening. She studded there saying aham, uhum. Again being super charming, plus cute.
“Cool, cool, cool,” she said not even bothering to be very convincing. But still cute. “Hey, wanna do the devil’s tango?”
And she started to dance a poor parody of a tango. How could I say no ? Gosh! This dumbass made me fuck my sister.
Oh, God. I love her.