"Y-yeah! I mean this is… What is this?" He turned to look at the voice who was talking to him, he was told a girl worked at this shop by his uncle. Nothing of a boy though.
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Dipper slid off his chair from behind the counter, his feet making a dull thud as they hit the ground, crossing the room to where the other was he leaned forward a bit, squinting into the murky jar.
"Real answer? Or what I'm supposed to tell tourists?"












