The fence
We sell stamps. Teachers sell motions.
If the body cannot enter the window, a new hybrid is a costume. We will say so and name two teachers in town we trust. We will not become those teachers at 1101 Texas Ave.
The fence exists because a prior decade of “fitters” in this region sold both, and the plates became a prop. Hang Time would rather lose the hardware sale.
If you want a lesson, book one elsewhere, then come back when the motion can hit the stamps. The bay will still be humid.