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The brunette boy stepped from his porch, watching the front yard of the house to the left. He stepped onto the sidewalk, where a common school bus stop was located, but something was missing. Usually, his friend Kyle was there before him, prepared to get excited and greet him warmly. Stan did the same, as usual, but no Kyle was there to recieve or give a hug. So Stan frowned, already worried for the precious ginger boy. Had Cartman decided to pick on him early? Was Kyle sick? Stan anxiously contemplated these, working himself to fear for the other.