This time I was on Alcatraz with my Bio 200 class. It didn't look anything like Alcatraz, nor was the name mentioned in my dream, but for some reason, I knew that's where I was. An unfamiliar-looking boy muttered something about the president and spat at the ground in the center of a cagey, labyrinthine-arrangement of sea-green metal. The area
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how are your finals coming along?
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