"Good work, Maxim," she whispered. "You actually thought this through. Half the class has the exact same error from a website I checked this morning. I’m glad you didn't join them."
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He sighed and deleted the browser tab. He realized that while the GDZ could give him the symbols, it couldn't give him the "click" in his brain when a concept finally makes sense. "Good work, Maxim," she whispered