The weather is pretty here, and I want to wear a pretty little sundress, and look at Gravity Falls from a scenic view against some rails with Stan. I want to feel his chest pressed into my back, and I get to look at our left hands intertwined together, with our bands glinting in the sunset.
Right before he rails me in the back of our car.
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