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... e first half of the day was free for Simon.
Scratch. Tap, tap, scratch.
Starting early in the morning, Simon had been frantically scribbling formulas on a blackboard in an empty lecture room. His shirt collar was wrinkled from being crushed over and over again by the movement of his shoulder, and beads of sweat were dripping from his hair.
Tap.
On the last formula, his last stroke lengthened, then stopped with a dot.
'This is it.'
Simon put down th ...
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