Reclaiming My PhD From The Thief

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I threw in the towel on my Ph.D. program, and my folks, bless their hearts, bought me a one-way ticket to Europe to clear my head.

But then she showed up �C my ex-boyfriend's "perfect" girl, blocking my ride to the airport like she owned the place.

See, I was this close to finishing my research.

Last time around, she'd somehow beat me to the punch by a day, turning in a paper that was practically a carbon copy of mine.

The internet mob came for me, calling me a no-good plagiarist.

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