Halfway home, she saw a figure sitting on a curb near a construction site. It was Butters Stotch, staring at a hole in the sidewalk where a yellow ribbon had been tied. "Hey, Butters," Jenny said, stopping.
As they walked, Jenny felt a shift. She wasn't just "one of the girls" anymore; she was someone who chose her own path, even if it meant taking the long way home. jenny simons
"Oh, hello there, Jenny," Butters replied, his voice small. "The sidewalk's all broken up. I can't get home this way, or I'll fall into the abyss." Halfway home, she saw a figure sitting on