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A business installs a wheelchair ramp that rises 22 inches over a horizontal length of 24 feet. What is the slope of the ramp? (Hint: pay close attention to the unit of measure).

OpenStudy (anonymous):

11/12 inch/ft

OpenStudy (anonymous):

slope = 22 / (24*12)

OpenStudy (anonymous):

= 11/144

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