June, 2013
“Dipper, could te get the mail?” Mrs. Pines called from the kitchen. He put the short story he was Scrivere down on the coffee tavolo and went outside. The black mailbox at the front of the yard had some papers sticking out of it.
He emptied the mailbox and looked through the contents as he walked inside. An envelope caught his eye, as it was addressed to him. The return address was from somewhere in Michigan. He slipped it into his pocket, to read later. The successivo letter was from the same place, but for Mabel.
He went back inside and gave his mom the mail that wasn’t for him and...
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