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The day of the competition, I arrived with Prayikina and Gigi, taking a seat in the row of folding chairs meant for the finalists. I’d set up the 3D printer and laid out my father’s knives. It was all just a twitchy waiting game, now.
The last MC of the competition took to the microphone. She was a well-dressed member of the student council with her hair pulled back in pigtails. If I had to guess, she was clearly performing the role for the chance to be on local television rather than for the extra credits.
“A brief announcement before the proceedings,” she said, reading from a notebook. “In memory of distinguished alumni Remy Moceanu, the judges for final competition will be the entire top seven reunited from Mr. Moceanu’s year, where he, at fifteen years old, tied for seco
