So, we met in the kitchen. "I need to tell you sumthing," we said. I was about to tell her to go first, but she kissed me before I could say anything. It ended with a loud *SMACK, "I...um, I." I didn't get to finish my sentence, because of my lack of words, she must have thought that I did didn't feel the same way, which I did. Which, in turn, made her run up to our room, then I heard a loud *SLAM*. I ran strat to the object that the sound came from. I could hear loud sobbing. "Mable, please, I-I love you, so, so much. I'm sorry I couldn't respond, I love, as more than a sister." I said crying, in a manly way, of course. She opened the door and tackled me and kissed me.
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"And that's how I fell for your mom." A twenty-seven-year-old Dipper told his seven-year-old quintuplets, who were named, Alpha ( boy ), Delta (girl), Zac (boy), and Zachary (girl).