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everything I' d worked fo
ersity cafeteria. That is, until Brittany, a campus influencer I barely knew, slammed a tr
she snarled, "You' ll regret this." I dismissed it as an empty th
atastrophic
te story claiming I was a "creepy stalker" fixated on her, who then became "aggressive and hostile" when confronted. The
ifyingly clear. My scholarship, my reputation, my entire future was
pus-wide witch hunt? And how could I possibly fight back against
had to come up with something, anything, to prove the truth. And then, it
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