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Nathan sighed as he entered his classroom.
Charlie Spring was back again. It broke his heart.
He’d heard the rumors swirling around the school lately. Boys could be particularly cruel. As a teacher he had tried to deal with them as best he could, but he saw the evidence of his failure on Charlie's face.
The way he curled in on himself, legs tucked under his chin, faint tear paths down his face.
Nathan had been warned twice now not to eat in the art room, but he supposed he could make an exception.
Someone had to keep him safe.