Chapter 4: Coping…Or Not-2

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Sam sat at his desk staring at the key laying in the middle of his calendar. It was a spare key to Henry’s office, according to the note on which it had been placed. He hoped it hadn’t been left there as a hint for him to clean out the room. The all-but-dissertation PhD student that had stepped in to take over teaching his intro class the past week peered in and tapped lightly on the door jamb of his office. “Come on in, Madison.” He sat back in the chair and waved her inside. “Sorry, I’m a little early.” “No problem, I’m ready.” She’d been fantastic, stepping in with no notice and nothing but a week’s worth of emailed lesson plans and PowerPoint presentations to go on. “You sure you’re okay with taking on the rest of this semester?” “Absolutely. It’s great for my CV anyway, and I’m w

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