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"What time is it?" Jessica asked. I looked at the time on my laptop and replied "It's 12:17". It was another late night in the office. For the past week the two of us had been spending many late nights together trying to get this project out the door to make our client happy. Jessica and I had worked together for about eight months now. Technically she is my boss but the office is so small we all work together as equals.

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Waiting a moment in the hallway before knocking, I wiped my sweaty palms on my denim skirt—a general sense of unease is becoming a steady presence in my life, these days. Classes are just killing me; I used to be a stellar student and now I just have no motivation—Spanish is the worst. That's why I wanted to talk to Professor Chavez;

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I had just finished my three o'clock when my whole world really changed (although I did not know it yet)... I teach English at a small college. I knew that I had not been focused on the class at all and must have appeared distracted. I was. My girlfriend of five years and I had just broken up. I had meant to cancel my monthly student dinner in which I invited anyone who was interested over to discuss current events or any items of literature they wanted to explore further.

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