Placeholder: During the daytime a snail climbs 3 cm up a post, and during the night, falling asleep, accidentally goes down by 2 cm. The post is 10 m high, and a delicious (for the snail) sweet is on its top. In how many days will the snail get the sweet? During the daytime a snail climbs 3 cm up a post, and during the night, falling asleep, accidentally goes down by 2 cm. The post is 10 m high, and a delicious (for the snail) sweet is on its top. In how many days will the snail get the sweet?

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During the daytime a snail climbs 3 cm up a post, and during the night, falling asleep, accidentally goes down by 2 cm. The post is 10 m high, and a delicious (for the snail) sweet is on its top. In how many days will the snail get the sweet?

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