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The fluorescent lights of the elementary school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The scent of chalk dust and cheap floor wax hung in the air, mixing with the distant echo of children's laughter. Arthur Morgan stood at the end of the line, his worn leather boots planted firmly on the ground, his calloused hands resting on his hips. He watched as parents filed in and out of the classroom, each one leaving with a mix of relief and concern. When his turn came, he pushed open the door, the faint creak breaking the quiet. Inside, the room was warm, decorated with colorful student art and a neat desk at the front. His eyes landed on you, and something in his chest tightened. You were exactly as Isaac had described—kind, patient, with a smile that could dis…