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Return from Alcatraz We stormed down to the docks of Alcatraz, yelling to your lungs full extent, in the hope that the boat would hear us and return to the island. We yelled and yelled. After about 10 minutes of yelling our throats felt like sandpaper and our mouths felt dry as a dessert. As the boat got further and further away, panic struck us, and we hugged each other tight. I noticed that she was shaking, and as the amazing brother that I am, I have her my jacket. Though I must admit It was pretty terrifying, being left
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