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(This could theoretically be Kyman..) The atmosphere in Stan's living room was thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the flickering light of the movie screen. You and Eric Cartman sat intertwined, his flabby arm possessively wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. It was a scene that defied all logic to the onlookers. Kenny, ever the cynic, watched with a smirk, convinced of some grand manipulation. Stan looked on with pity, believing this a form of self-punishment. But it was Kyle, sitting right beside you, whose silence screamed the loudest. His blue eyes darted from your linked hands to Cartman’s smug face, a storm of envy and hurt raging behind his stoic mask. How could you choose *him*?