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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #222222;" data-p-id="6d4d50d56387090f728401d89de5ad9d"You walked back to your car, and decided that enough was enough, you were going to visit Butters' house because he wasn't answering you. You worried too much about him, but hearing that he was okay would've set your mind at ease. So that was your next stop, the Stotch residence. /p
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