The bus driver drove Semester At Sea volunteers through a gate that was half the size of the bus. Its walls were no taller than seven feet. I couldn’t understand the reason why the walls were taller than the gate; it was as though being driven into a small compound with decorated Spanish ranch houses. I stared at the playground covered with tall
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You will have chocolate frogs waiting for you when you get to the apt.
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