THE SQUARE ROOT TRAINER BY LINDA S. GUNTHER
Leticia’s head was swimming with equations. It was Thursday and she felt exhausted from an...
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Leticia’s head was swimming with equations. It was Thursday and she felt exhausted from an...
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Albert Camus