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Now, Fiddleford McGucket had always considered himself a simple man, especially after having lived in the city dump for over thirty years. While he liked that he now had this massive mansion to himself, the size in and of itself was a problem that bothered him. The silence was felt most in the middle of the storms that hit Gravity Falls, the wind whistling its way down the empty halls that would set his paranoia on edge and often send him into hugging a pillow, wishing fervently it was Stanford. After such a storm Fiddleford decided to take a stroll through the woods, muttering equations to himself until he heard a familiar voice not far away