Jenny sighed. "The List" had become the town’s latest obsession—a ranking of every boy in class from most to least attractive. She had been part of the committee, sitting in the back of the room with Bebe and Lola, nodding along as they debated the merits of various fourth-graders. At the time, it felt like a game. Now, seeing Kyle Broflovski standing near the lockers, looking like he’d just been told his favorite video game was canceled, the "game" felt a lot heavier.

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.

The fluorescent lights of South Park Elementary hummed with a tension that usually preceded a dodgeball game or a cafeteria riot. Jenny Simons stood in the hallway, her blond hair pulled back, staring at the bulletin board. Beside her, Wendy Testaberger was ticking names off a clipboard with the clinical efficiency of a war general.

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