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Becca tried to remember what Miss Pritchet had said in class that day, but she could only remember how she’d been secretly drawing a gymnastics comic in the margins of her notebook. “Something about seconds,” she said slowly. “Minutes and seconds?” “Degrees, minutes, seconds,” Kylie confirmed, looking over the sequence on the sidewalk once again.