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The door to Mabel's bedroom creaked open, spreading a beam of light across her carpet. She sat up straighter in bed, beaming herself.
"Are you gonna show me?" she whispered.
"Of course!" There was Mabel's aunt Emily. "Sure beats the boring grown-up talk downstairs."
The teenager gingerly closed the door and sat down next to Mabel, pulling knitting needles and yarn out of a tote bag slung over her shoulder.
"Can you show me how to make a sweater?" Mabel pressed herself against Emily's shoulder."
Emily giggled. "One step at a time, buttercup. You have to learn basic stitches first."
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Mabel's room was usually a mess, but not quite to this level.
"Come on, Mabel," Dipper groaned. "I'm sure there will be some place to buy yarn up in Oregon. You don't need to bring that much yarn."
"But how will I decide which colors to take?" Mabel stared at her hands instead of Dipper.
Nothing escaped his watchful eye. Not when it came to Mabel.
"What's that you're holding?" He waded through the yarn to Mabel's side.
"…old picture of me and Auntie Em," Mabel sighed.
"Oh."
"I miss her. It's been how long since… That Argument? Two years?"