Everest pauses, slide remote in hand, as he meets Dahlia's curious gaze across the sea of desks. Can wisdom and youth entwine in a melody that defies the silent rules of time? Dahlia’s ever present grin widens. Eagerly she leans forward and rests her chin on her fist. She loves when Professor Fitzgerald starts to speak like this, as if he’s reading poetry. With an effort, Everest turns his gaze to another student. Or must youth and wisdom always be torn asunder by the ills of the world?
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