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  • I'm pacing up and down a hallway. The same hallway, in fact, as the one that connects to the cafeteria at my old elementary school. A group of people slowly gathers in front of a door. I had tried opening this door already, but the knob was locked. I approach the group and look at the knob. Approaching the door, I push it and it opens, despite the lock. Inside, a math class is having a discussion. There are paint supplies all over every table and counter space. A friend of mine is giving a presentation on visual representations of coefficients of determination for model variables.

    I take my leave of the classroom and before me is a long road in the countryside. Another friend of mine is with me. He is riding my motorcycle, and I am riding a different one. We run out of gas halfway to our destination, but our motorcycles have pedals, so we pedal to the nearest town. None of the gas stations have any fuel or indication that there was fuel recently. We continue pedaling back to the class.

    I wake up.

    I need to open the window.
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