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As he wrote, the German words felt hollow. They weren't his words. They were ghosts of someone else’s weekend.

"Ich habe... ich bin..." Kirill muttered. He knew the rules, but his brain felt like cold kasha. Why use his own brain when the internet had already solved every exercise in the history of the 8th grade? gdz nemetski i

Suddenly, a notification chirped. It was a message from Lena, the girl who actually liked German and sat three rows ahead of him. "Hey, are you stuck on the 'sein' vs 'haben' part? I found a funny trick to remember the movement verbs." As he wrote, the German words felt hollow