A handshake lingers, fingers brushing too long, the weight of suits against uniform, the cobblestones holding them both in...

A handshake lingers, fingers brushing too long, the weight of suits against uniform, the cobblestones holding them both in place. Thirteen men, thirteen breaths, the air thick with what’s not said yet. #teacher

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