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Whisk briskly until blendedUndefeated. Going into the last match of April the Pawford Auctioneering team was kicking ass and taking one, do I hear one? Two, two, two give me two, three, three, three, four now do I hear four? Yes, four names. They were on a hot streak and Marvin was convinced they still had not scratched their potential. The state tournament was a given. Blurbs in the school newspaper and timely mentions in Principal Humpty’s daily morning address had given the team the tiniest amount of recognition amongst their peers. Most still had no clue the club existed but Larry Jr. would get a head nod here and there in the halls walking to class. His confidence was soaring, and Helen had redefined her strategy without missing a beat. Gone
