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25. My muse is sick

–¡Tonterías! –exclamó, usando la manga de su suéter para limpiarse la nariz. –No pienso perderme un especial del Detective Pato sólo por un torpe resfriado –Mabel se sorbió la nariz de nuevo y regresó la mirada hacia el televisor, el cual había apartado expresamente para que el Tío Stan no se pusiera a ver sus programas de anciano.

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@stolen-dragon-pearl liked for a starter It was simple. Mabel knew how her alternate would know when she refused to go to the pool party, and maybe she should have just said she was busy instead of agreeing to hang out with her instead. This could have been avoided. "I... it's not from anyone I promise!" Mabel tried, flinching away from the other's touch, hissing from the pain. The new gashes and bruises were prominent against her porcelain skin, and she almost cried at the sight of them. Why didn't she just lie?

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@fiddlefordhmcgucket liked for a starter

Living in the past was like living a lie - there was no way Mabel could ever mention that Fiddleford had worked with her great uncle, and it would be impossible to ever say that she wasn’t even the right one - the right, per say, Mabel. All she could do was let that sink into the pit of her stomach and hold back all of her grievances.

At least then she could finally live the life she’d wanted to.

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@pacifica-llama-southeast liked for a starter

All that could escape Mabel's lips as she approached the door of the Mystery Shack were whines, tears flowing down her now makeup stained cheeks. Curls fell onto her face as she knocked on the door, and she knew she couldn't face Pacifica in the eye when she'd finally let her in. She was acting pathetic, after all, and that was nothing of how a Gleeful should ever act.

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@anathema-grimm liked for a starter Grinning, Mabel twirled around in her bright turquoise ballgown, turning to Anathema. "So, are you ready to get dressed? We have your dress ironed and ready to wear."

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@triangleblues liked for a starter Mabel sighed, falling back onto the couch after a long day of work at the Tent of Telepathy. She was utterly exhausted at this point, and the only thing keeping her eyes open was her demon servant asking her if she needed a cup of tea. A disgruntled 'yes' escaped her lips as she slipped off her heels, frowning all the while.