CHAPTER 9
Sam swallowed the urge to yawn as the old goat of a professor started off down another rabbit trail. Why any philosophy class had to be part of his general education credits he would never understand. The old gray-hair adjusted his spectacles the size of oblong nickels and rambled on about something that wouldn’t be on the next test.
Sam made a …

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