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Chapter 51

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I stood outside the communications building in the Monday noon cold and turned the business card over in my fingers.

The Athletic Standard Feature Editor, Priya Nair

I thought about the three weeks and all the things in motion starting from the investigation, the Harlow notification, Briggs and Foss and the scholarship structure and Robert Kowalski and whatever his response to the board's arrival was going to look like.

I put the

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