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"I don't need to think," Maxim countered, his voice cracking. "I need to pass Physics and Calculus by Monday, or my mother will send me to work at the tractor factory before I can even say 'diploma.'"

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The old man didn’t look up. "You mean the GDZ? The solutions? You know the teachers at Gymnasium No. 1 say those books are cursed. They say if you use them, you forget how to think." "I don't need to think," Maxim countered, his voice cracking

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