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AN: It feels weird writing a South Park fanfic, which is probably the reason I enjoy doing it so much. This is a drabble, meaning it's exactly 100 words, no more, no less. Please review! And remember, WendyxCartman is love.
Broke You at Last
He finally succeeds in making the bitch cry, but it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. He derives no satisfaction from watching her walk away in tears while the other boys laugh. That night he is assuaged by a foreign emotion, which takes a few hours of tossing and turning for him to identify as guilt.
He can't apologize. That's not who he is. So the next day he picks up her things when she accidentally drops them, each book and pencil being handed back to her a meager substitute for the words he can never say.