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makes a motion that threatens to reel on his friend, though he doesn't mean it intentionally. He's developed the annoying habit of suddenly remembering that gravity exists and that he, as a growing boy, has gone through growth spurts that have left him with gangly limbs and a stride that just doesn't situate him anymore. He's growing up. That leaves a sour taste on his tongue.
‘ --dude, ’
he calls to Kyle in the same way that he has for years; he puts on the air of nonchalance that he's used to, like something familiar, something that has been used and worn down and hopelessly pushed beyond the limits of use anymore, yet still it's familiar, and Stan likes it. He likes things just the way they are.
‘ It's just you and me today, huh? ’ ‘ where's Cartman? ’
