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Uncommonly smart, uncommonly strange, Hannah is determined to become a success
In the one-room schoolhouse at Chadds Ford, Hannah Bennett is a sensation. She is a whiz at math—so adept that she teaches the other students—but in reading, she is a flop. Give her a piece of poetry and she can tell you how many As, how many Es, how many Rs there are in it—but she cannot read a word. Her talent is amazing, but in this small town during the Great Depression, people think that girls ...
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Uncommonly smart, uncommonly strange, Hannah is determined to become a success
In the one-room schoolhouse at Chadds Ford, Hannah Bennett is a sensation. She is a whiz at math—so adept that she teaches the other students—but in reading, she is a flop. Give her a piece of poetry and she can tell you how many As, how many Es, how many Rs there are in it—but she cannot read a word. Her talent is amazing, but in this small town during the Great Depression, people think that girls will only use math for household budgeting. All at once, everything changes for Hannah when she is invited to study math in the big city of Philadelphia. This illiterate farm girl will undertake the adventure of a lifetime, in hopes of winning a university scholarship. As long as she stays true to herself, there is nothing—not reading, writing, or the city of Philadelphia—that is beyond Hannah’s reach. This ebook features a personal history by Adele Griffin including rare images and never-before-seen documents from the author’s own collection.

Adele Griffin (b. 1970) is a critically lauded author of children’s and young adult fiction. Born in Philadelphia, she began writing after college, when a job at a children’s publishing house introduced her to the world of young adult literature. She drew praise for her first novel, Rainy Season (1996), a heartfelt portrayal of a young American girl’s life in the Panama Canal Zone in the late 1970s. In books like Sons of Liberty (1997) and Amandine (2001), she continued to explore the sometimes harsh realities of family life, and become known for intuitive, honest, and realistic fiction. Over the past several years, Griffin has won a number of awards, including National Book Award nominations for Sons of Liberty (1997) and Where I Want to Be (2005). Her books are regularly cited on ALA Best and ALA Notable lists. A number of her novels, such as the four-book Witch Twins series, introduce an element of lighthearted fantasy. Griffin lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.      

In 1934, a thirteen-year-old with a gift for numbers is offered the chance to leave her family's dairy farm to spend one term at an exclusive Philadelphia girls' school preparing for a scholarship exam.

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Publishers Weekly
A 13-year-old math genius travels from her home on the farm to Philadelphia, trying out for a scholarship. According to PW, "[Griffin] remains true to Hannah's personality, laying out the ways in which her eccentricities inhibit her even as she wins over friends who see through to her strengths." Ages 8-12. (Sept.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Life in Chadds Ford, PA, in 1934 agrees with 13-year-old Hannah. Full of energy, she helps out as much as she can on the family farm and then goes off to school where she struggles with reading. Her crusty, but beloved, grandfather recognizes her exceptional ability with numbers and encourages her to think about the world beyond the confines of her village. When a Philadelphia philanthropist visits her school, she spots Hannah's special talents and invites her to come to the city to study for a scholarship examination. Hannah's family considers the invitation out of the question, but with Granddad's support, she is soon on her way. There, Hannah is lonely and school life is difficult, but she manages to cope with the help of Joe, another young and feisty scholarship hopeful. When her grandfather dies unexpectedly, she is tempted to forget her dream and return home, but Griffin has created a character too determined and stubborn to take the easy path. Despite her increasing anxiety, which results in almost uncontrollable obsessive counting and tapping, she perseveres. This portrait of a child clearly struggling with the symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder is sensitive and convincing. Hannah's fierce will enables her to control many of the outward manifestations of her condition, but readers can feel her daily struggle to keep her urges in check. Joe Elway provides a scrappy, refreshing alternative to Hannah's intensity. The contrast of city with country life, of warm, if sometimes contentious, family life with the lonely life of a boarder in a stranger's house, of friendship with people who have known you since birth with the disdain of new classmates, makes this a novel well worth savoring.-Barbara Scotto, Michael Driscoll School, Brookline, MA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
If it's more common for girls in literature to be great readers and poor math students, then 13-year-old Hannah is certainly different. She can't read but she has an incredible facility for numbers and for mathematical processes. Home for this Depression-era girl is a dairy farm in Pennsylvania and school is a one-room building in need of repairs. When rich Mrs. Sweet comes from the Mayor's Education Reform Board in Philadelphia, she offers Hannah an extraordinary opportunity: Hannah can live with Mrs. Sweet, attend a fancy private school, and take a test for a math scholarship to a fancy college. The conflict, not unexpectedly, is poor vs. rich and farm vs. town. Hannah's parents reluctantly give her permission, perhaps in recognition that Hannah has received her talents from her grandfather. However, Hannah's snobby new classmates look down on her. Only another of Mrs. Sweet's charges, a boy with a talent for memorization, befriends Hannah and helps her learn to read by using newspaper accounts of gangsters as practice material. When her big math test is 20 days away, Hannah notes that 20/20 is perfect vision and calcium is 20 on the Periodic Table, automatically seeing patterns and sequences in numbers. Working with numbers is rational and real: "The answer was always waiting and perfect and standing alone." Her conflict with her farming background builds when she returns home for her grandfather's funeral. Hannah fails the big test but gains from the experience, realizing that she can still pursue her dream of studying mathematics. It will always be there for her and she will "go anywhere for it." Hannah's adoration of numbers and formulas borders on the obsessive and the positiveconclusion seems somewhat at odds with the Depression-era setting, but she is a different and rarely seen role model. (Fiction. 9-12)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781453297353
  • Publisher: Open Road
  • Publication date: 2/12/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 262
  • Sales rank: 1,163,996
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Adele Griffin (b. 1970) is a critically lauded author of children’s and young adult fiction. Born in Philadelphia, she began writing after college, when a job at a children’s publishing house introduced her to the world of young adult literature. She drew praise for her first novel, Rainy Season (1996), a heartfelt portrayal of a young American girl’s life in the Panama Canal Zone in the late 1970s. In books like Sons of Liberty (1997) and Amandine (2001), she continued to explore the sometimes harsh realities of family life, and become known for intuitive, honest, and realistic fiction. Over the past several years, Griffin has won a number of awards, including National Book Award nominations for Sons of Liberty (1997) and Where I Want to Be (2005). Her books are regularly cited on ALA Best and ALA Notable lists. A number of her novels, such as the four-book Witch Twins series, introduce an element of lighthearted fantasy. Griffin lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.      
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Hannah, Divided


By Adele Griffin

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 2002 Adele Griffin
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-9735-3



CHAPTER 1

THE CITY VISITOR


NEVER HAD BRINTONS BRIDGE School looked so presentable. Its floor had been swept, its windows and chalkboard washed, its standing globe dusted, and a jam jar of marigolds placed on the windowsill. Never had its students appeared so scrubbed, either. Miss Cascade had asked them to pay close attention to fingernails, necks, and ears. Even Elgin Winnicker's cowlick was spit-flattened neat to the back of his head.

All this fuss in preparation for Mr. Sweet, who, according to Miss Cascade, "just might be the most influential gentleman, ever, to step through our door."

Hannah Bennett turned the words over in her head. Most influential gentleman, ever. She pictured Mr. Sweet as a combination of Moses and Charles Darwin. Only, Mr. Sweet was not traveling from Egypt or the Galapagos, but from Philadelphia, and he was coming to give their school money. Perhaps. Miss Cascade had read his letter out loud, the one he had written in response to Miss Cascade's request for aid from the Wexler Foundation, the charitable trust for which Mr. Sweet worked. Mr. Sweet's answer had been not quite yes but not quite no. Perhaps, he had written.

That was why their schoolhouse looked sharp as a needle today. To help push Mr. Sweet's answer away from perhaps and closer to yes.

Miss Cascade looked up from her desk to waggle a finger at her students. "Class, we must remember politeness," she said. "Everyone knows that our school needs a new roof and modern textbooks. Politeness counts." Her eyes darted to Hannah, who often forgot about politeness.

Hannah lifted her chin and straightened. She had been helping the fifth graders with their long-division problems. She had been good all day and would continue to be so. She would not vex and disappoint.

Peggy Stone pulled at Hannah's sleeve. "Hannah, my answer turned out to be not enough numbers."

"Because you forgot the decimal point, Peggy." Hannah picked up the pencil and dotted it in. "Five point one and point five one are different amounts when you—"

Her concentration broke with the faint sound of a car's engine, gurgling and chugging down Brintons Bridge Road. Was that a motorcar? But nobody arrived at school by car! She leaped out of her seat and ran to the window.

"He's here! It's Mr. Sweet from Philadelphia!"

"Hannah! Sit down!"

"Lookatit, lookit his automobile! Brand spanking new! That's a swell lot of money, I'll say!

Books banged to the floor as students jumped from benches to cram into the schoolhouse's open doorway. The polite, pent-up waiting of the afternoon was broken.

"A Super Eight Packard Touring," breathed Elgin, who was nuts for automobiles and could name every model. "Musta just rolled out of big Bay City!"

"Could be quite a chunk of money sunk in that Wexler fund, if Mr. Sweet can arrive in such style," said Betsy Seal.

"Girls, boys!" implored Miss Cascade. "Hannah!"

But once on her feet, Hannah could hardly bring herself to sit down again. The banana- yellow Packard veered off the road, stirring up a riot of dust, and charged the narrower graveled footpath to the school's front door, where it hiccuped to a stop. Its engine gurgled and cut, and the driver's-side door jerked open on oiled hinges. Hannah stared as one two-toned shoe, then another, planted itself to the ground. How peculiar—Mr. Sweet wore ladies' shoes! Then the rest of a strong, stout woman emerged.

"Miss Cascade?" The woman's voice was a bellow.

"Yes! Yes, I am! And you—?"

"Mrs. Theodora Ann Sweet!" the woman announced. "From the Wexler Foundation of Philadelphia! My friends call me Teddy. So may you!" She offered the favor grandly.

"Mrs.!—Teddy—Sweet!" Miss Cascade disguised her surprise with a friendly smile. "Please, madam, won't you come in? By your name, I mistakenly thought ..."

Mrs. Sweet was not listening. She palmed shut the car door as if she were closing a vault. Then she used her handkerchief to spit and rub at a smudge on the side window. "Mitts off my baby!" she ordered as she faced them. "She's only three months old!"

Ignoring Miss Cascade's offered hand, she barreled up the short flight of stone steps to the schoolhouse. Students parted at the door to give her way. A fearsome woman, Hannah thought, but so smartly dressed, in a gray suit cut thick as a slipcover, and matching tipped beret over her dark, bronze-rinsed hair. A silk sprig of lilac drooped sideways from her lapel, and an envelope bag fell slantwise from one broad shoulder.

Hannah counted seven suit buttons, eleven footsteps, and five syllables in her name. From bag to beret, Theodora Sweet seemed to be an odd-numbered, slant-sided sort of person.

Miss Cascade shooed boys and girls back to their seats while Mrs. Sweet's gaze skipped across the room for a chair. Finding none, she scooted herself up onto the dunce stool, which caused a surge of giggling. Miss Cascade frowned the room into quiet.

Unconcerned, Mrs. Sweet pulled a clipboard and pen from her envelope bag. "Even for backwoods Chadds Ford farmland, this school is teensy-weensy! How many are you?"

"I teach fifty-six students." Miss Cascade stood in front of her desk, her politeness smile now stretched into place. "Some of our older boys have left to work their family farms for the harvest. We'll get them in school again before the first frost."

"What bad form, to interrupt schooling with farming." Mrs. Sweet scribbled on her clipboard. Left-handed, with her legs crossed and head inclined, she looked slightly skewed. Hannah tilted her own head to observe the woman better. "Let's see." Mrs. Sweet used her pen as a pointer. "Stove in back, organ in front.... Is that the door to the W.C.?"

"To the cellar, where we store wood and coal," answered Miss Cascade. "We have a separate facility out back for our ... ablutions."

"Well, hold my hat! An outdoor can, in this day and age!" Mrs. Sweet spoke in such a boom that another wave of laughter swept the schoolhouse and again was calmed by Miss Cascade's strict eye.

Hannah peered down her row at the line of folded hands and upturned faces, each boy and girl hoping to win Miss Cascade's approval and Mrs. Sweet's charity. Didn't anyone care that Mrs. Sweet was rude and bossy? Calling their school "backwoods" and "teensy- weensy"! Making fun of their outhouse!

"Give us our money, and good riddance," Hannah murmured.

Betsy turned and pushed a finger to her lips. "Hannah, gracious! Hush!"

"Each row is grade-divided. First to eighth. After graduating, most will continue on to the Consolidated School." Miss Cascade's smile now seemed pulled against its will. "Here, the older ones tutor the younger. We enjoy reading and ciphering and history and music. We put on a pageant every spring. All of my students participate, and we invite most everyone in Chester County to come see it."

"Lovely." Mrs. Sweet made no attempt to hide her yawn. But Miss Cascade's pageants were wonderful! Certainly nothing to yawn about! Was nobody going to speak up for them?

"Miss Cascade! Tell how last spring, we did a tribute to Benjamin Franklin!" Hannah called out on impulse. "Tell how my big brother Roy was Mr. Franklin himself, and he was so good! How he wore a pigtail and flew a kite and signed the Declaration of—"

"Hannah!" Miss Cascade interrupted. "What do I say about talking out of turn?"

"Oh, pageants are fine sport." Mrs. Sweet flicked her fingers. "But they're no education. Nor is having older children teach the babies." Her eyebrow lifted. "Isn't that so?"

Nobody answered. Nobody laughed, either. Mrs. Sweet's words were mean. They sliced open the school and dismissed it as if it were bruised fruit. Hannah bit her lips to stop from shouting that she loved teaching math to the younger students. In fact, math was the only subject where she felt clever. Enough with this visitor, this snooty Mrs. Sweet! They didn't need her goodwill. Their old school roof would do—it only leaked in back, and Miss Cascade caught the water easily enough using bread pans.

Hannah looked to her teacher to see what she might say next. Miss Cascade smoothed her white bib. Hot spots of color had appeared on her cheeks.

"These are the times we're living in, er, Teddy," explained Miss Cascade. "In our schoolhouse, the most important lesson we learn is to help one another. It's true there isn't much extra to go around. But nothing gets wasted, either."

Mrs. Sweet waved off Miss Cascade's words. "And nothing gets accomplished!"

The shifts and whispers among the others agreed that now Mrs. Sweet didn't seem half as nice as her name or her car. She was far from Hannah's image of "the most influential gentleman, ever."

"What a snob," Hannah murmured. "That's the last time I pick marigolds for Mrs. Sour."

This time, nobody shushed her.

CHAPTER 2

"HARK! AH, THE NIGHTINGALE—"


WHEN MISS CASCADE DISMISSED the class for the day, her finger pinned Hannah back to her seat.

"Hannah," she said. "Don't go yet. I want Mrs. Sweet to have a word with you."

Boys and girls were bouncing toward the door.

"Mitts off my baby!" warned Mrs. Sweet.

Betsy and Tru looked at Hannah pityingly as they collected their lunch pails and stuffed their books into their satchels.

"Remember, be polite, Hannah," said Frank Dilworth. "It'd be nice to have new books and such."

"But don't let that city slicker bother you about your reading," whispered Betsy.

"I will. I won't. See you tomorrow." Hannah could feel her face reddening under the sympathetic eyes of the departing students. Everyone knew why Hannah was being kept inside.

Boys and girls jostled out the door as Hannah dragged herself to the first-row bench at the front of the room. Miss Cascade waved good-bye and called last-minute reminders. Mrs. Sweet stood by the window and kept an eye on her Packard. Now it was only the three of them as the others swarmed, free as bees, down the road.

"Mrs. Sweet, this is Hannah Bennett," said Miss Cascade, perching next to Hannah. "I had mentioned her in my letter to you."

She had? How shameful! Hannah set her chin and stared unblinking at the chalkboard.

"Yes. The illiterate." Mrs. Sweet dropped heavily on the bench at Hannah's other side. Her voice, loud and tired, was like that of a deaf doctor who has made too many house calls in one day.

Hannah's eyes did not move from the board. It's not so awful that I can't read, she thought miserably, as it is to be singled out and scolded for it. Though Miss Cascade's voice was gentle as she spoke. "During my three years here, I have done everything in my power to teach Hannah to read. Sadly, I haven't made progress. Hannah cannot see the structure of a sentence. She confuses word order. Is this something you've come across in your visits to other schools?"

"Certainly!" Mrs. Sweet snapped. "And I'd bet that sloth is at the root of it. Sloth is our undoing!"

Already she was rummaging through Hannah's book sack. She tugged from it Hannah's most dreaded schoolbook, My Poem and Verse Companion, and flipped its soft pages.

"Ah, 'Philomela'! Miss Bennett, what do you see when you look at 'Philomela'?" She held the open book aloft, cracking its spine.

Hannah stared. "Letters."

"Don't be fresh about Matthew Arnold, miss! We all see letters! When arranged into groups, they are called words!"

"I didn't mean—I meant ..." Hannah took a breath. Politeness first, she reminded herself. She would not disappoint Frank and Betsy and the others. "The letters make a pattern. The ts and the ls and the rs." She leaned forward to examine them.

"These words are simple and lovely," needled Mrs. Sweet. "Read them, don't fear them!"

Fear them? Was Mrs. Sweet trying to provoke her? Hannah stared, hard-eyed, at the words, each packed in like a boxcar of letters, willing her to unload it, to count and stack its contents into a proper grouping.

She tapped the page corners with her finger and stared across the first line. Hark!ah,thenightingal e—

Hark!ahthenightingale

Hhh aaa r k tt ee nn ii gg l

"Three hs, three as, r, k, double t, two es, two ns, two is, double g, l," she said. She scanned down the page, collecting es. "The es will likely win in the end."

Miss Cascade made a clucking sound. "Hannah is quite good in math," she asserted. "Multiplication tables and fractions and her long division."

"Well, that's nothing to sneeze at," said Mrs. Sweet. "What's nine times seven?"

"Nine times seven," Hannah repeated. By now, though, 'Philomela' had spiraled itself like a kaleidoscope into her eye, burying the answer to nine times seven beneath it. She filled the air with a whisper of other numbers: "One point two eight five seven—" before it washed to surface. "Sixty-three!" She pressed a hand to her heart. "How could I forget? Sixty-three!"

"Hannah, softer, please," whispered Miss Cascade. "We're right here."

"I do know my times tables, truly," Hannah assured Mrs. Sweet. "And my ma said that if I was no better at reading this year, she'd teach me next summer. We'll use the Bible. The Bible ought to have every word I'd ever use! So don't trouble yourself over me, ma'am."

She was not speaking politely enough. Mrs. Sweet looked from Hannah to Miss Cascade to Hannah again.

"One point two eight ..." she murmured. "And how many ts in 'Philomela'?"

Hannah glanced at the page and the number flew across her mind like a blackbird. "Seventy-four."

"Hannah, dear," reproved Miss Cascade. "Don't answer as if you know."

"Hmm." Mrs. Sweet flipped the page. "Oh, gorgeous! William Wordsworth, 'Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known.' Count the as, please?"

In the pause of the next moment, Hannah sensed a crackle of attention on either side of her. Ma had long warned her not to show off her counting trick. It was peculiar, Ma said, and put people on edge, like speaking backward. Counting off numbers—if it must be done—ought to be similar to reciting bedtime prayers. A private comfort, said Ma, though Granddad McNaughton saw it differently. Proud of her math, he liked Hannah to show it off a bit.

"The as," Mrs. Sweet repeated. So vexing! Egging Hannah on.

And the answer was irresistible. "Forty-three."

Miss Cascade laughed. "Oh, that couldn't ... it's not true." She snatched the book from Mrs. Sweet. Her lips moved silently as her finger popped along the page. "Forty-two. A very good guess, though, Hannah."

"You missed one," Hannah said. "Your finger skipped the second a in wayward."

Mrs. Sweet snatched the book and cut to another place. "Aha. Christina Rossetti, 'The Goblin Market.' Four pages! Count the ps. All of them!" Her tone dared Hannah to try.

Hannah took the book onto her lap. The pattern was beautiful, big and small ps flicking their tails like fish. Her mind dropped over them like a net, caught and counted them into their proper school. "Two hundred twenty-eight."

"The rs!"

The small rs were curved canes; their upper cases walked on two legs under fat stomachs. "Nine hundred thirty-one."

"And the es?"

Ah, wonderful es, the lower es in clusters like tiny mushrooms to be picked, with a single uppercase E standing alone as a broken ladder. Hannah gathered them all up. "One thousand, seven hundred eleven."

Mrs. Sweet's snort startled Hannah from her counting trance. "Now, this is poetry, Miss Cascade!" she cried. "Strange poetry, but nonetheless! The girl can read numbers into eternity! How could you not have known?" She laughed in a pleased but startled way.

Miss Cascade was not laughing. "Goodness, Hannah, you never made use of this ... game during math class." She shut the book and held it on her lap as if it were Pandora's box. She seemed stumped as to what to say next.

"I don't take math, Miss Cascade," Hannah reminded. "I tutor it. You told me in the beginning of last year that I'd learned all the math skills I'd ever need. You wanted me to concentrate on my reading." And that math was more practical for boys. Hannah kept that part to herself, as well as the fact that Granddad McNaughton had been tutoring her privately for years. Poor Miss Cascade looked upset enough.

"Miss Cascade is correct. Reading is essential, for a full and productive life." Mrs. Sweet peered at Hannah with something like hunger in her eyes. It made Hannah feel uncomfortable, but a tiny thrill of pride swelled through her, too. If nothing else, she had impressed both Mrs. Sweet and Miss Cascade with her counting.

She returned Mrs. Sweet's gaze directly. "I don't much care about being illiterate, Mrs. Sweet, especially when there's so many others—my best friends, Tru and Betsy, plus Ma and my brother Roy—to read aloud to me. Ma says there's bigger problems in our country than not understanding when the e is silent." She drew a breath. "And if you must know, I don't care for poetry, either. Thankfully, it's our first class, so I don't have to dread—"

"All right, Hannah." Miss Cascade lifted and dropped her hands. "I think we're finished here. Get along home. Your family will be wondering."

Mrs. Sweet nodded in agreement. Hannah leaped from her seat and nearly knocked over the dunce stool on her way out the door.

"Take heed, Hannah," warned Miss Cascade. To Mrs. Sweet, she said, "You must understand, her difficulties are greater than you perceive. I can't see how you might think ..."

Hannah was not listening. She did not much care what Mrs. Sweet might think. She did not much care what Mrs. Sweet might think. She ducked outside, floating into the warm welcome of a September afternoon. Free.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

PART ONE,
1. The City Visitor,
2. "Hark! ah, the Nightingale—",
3. Running, Counting, Stacking,
4. Late,
5. Evening Surprise,
6. Coffee or Tobacco,
7. Jumping, Jumping,
8. Cheese, Sardines, and Granddad McNaughton,
9. The View from Bloom,
PART TWO,
10. Mudtown,
11. Doll Face,
12. No X, But Plenty Left Over,
13. Meeting Mr. Barnaby,
14. Too Long and Wrong,
15. Proofs of Old Codgers,
16. Saturday with Mae,
17. Dinner at Delancey Place,
18. The Voice of Ulysses,
19. Blown Back,
20. Aluminum City,
21. Rittenhouse Willow,
22. Baby Face Nelson,
23. Abandoned,
PART THREE,
24. A Phone Call,
25. Home Again,
26. Hepp,
27. The Heart of It,
28. Please Yourself,
29. Nobody's Sweetheart,
30. Wooden Kimono,
31. Future Perfect,
32. A Glass Wish,
33. An Ottley Friend,
34. 11,
Author's Note,
A Personal History of Adele Griffin,

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    Awesome!!!!

    Hannah is a total math nerd like me!!!! :)

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