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Suddenly, the room smelled like damp earth and pine needles. The textbook on his desk began to vibrate. From between the pages of the Zakharov and Sonin manual, a tiny, holographic squirrel—exactly like the one illustrated in Chapter 4—leaped onto his keyboard. He opened his laptop and typed the magic
Zelenograd, Maxim sat at his desk, staring at the cover of his textbook. The authors, Zakharov and Sonin , seemed to glare back at him from the cover. Tomorrow was the big final exam on the diversity of living organisms, and Maxim couldn't tell a cnidarian from a crustacean. "I need a miracle," he whispered. Suddenly, the room smelled like damp earth and pine needles