The others swiftly follow suit, as each of them places a friendly kiss on both of my cheeks, sometimes with a hug, in greeting. The girls are clothed in airy, lightweight summer dresses, while the boys don loose, long-sleeved linens with cuffed pants. Soft jazz plays faintly in the background, Louis Armstrong crooning about the promise of summertime on vinyl. The air is warm and light, the lights hang low and dim, and the night is only just beginning.
Chapter 2 of Brownnoser is now up!
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