As I write, I am a happy man. Just moments ago, I was in a terrible fix. In school today I found myself a day behind on processing a series of mathematical exercises. Try as I might, I couldn’t figure them out. I was sweating bullets, doing my ever-lovin’ best to make sense of something …
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