[Mabel's presently sitting in the middle of her bed hiding inside her sweater. there's about ten sweaters strewn around her, all of them snagged and unpleasant looking with angry designs, like someone was knitting out of fury and didn't care about quality.
She feels so icky, and hearing Dipper's voice just makes it worse.]
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She feels so icky, and hearing Dipper's voice just makes it worse.]
There's no Mabel here.