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图书室有文艺书、科技书、连环画共1880本,文艺书借出5分之2,科技书借出50本,又买来40本连环画这时三种书的本数相等.原来三种书各有多少本?请不要用解方程
图书室有文艺书、科技书、连环画共1880本,文艺书借出5分之2,科技书借出50本,又买来40本连环画
这时三种书的本数相等.原来三种书各有多少本?请不要用解方程

图书室有文艺书、科技书、连环画共1880本,文艺书借出5分之2,科技书借出50本,又买来40本连环画这时三种书的本数相等.原来三种书各有多少本?请不要用解方程
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My hand is in my bag. Most of my things I had either lost, dropped because they were too heavy, or had used by now. My bandages are gone, had been for some time. I no longer have any hope.
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