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Curry Egg
The moon was almost at the center point of the glass ceiling, and I was on the verge of plating up. P and I had agreed to ask if we could present together, but it seemed that neither of us had gotten as far as talking to Principal Sam about it. So now P was trying to sweet-talk him into it.
“You are not presenting together,” Principal Sam boomed from the judging table, sounding like a typical grownup and not our cool godfather.
“So mean,” Prayikina replied with a pout. She pressed her finger to her eye, dragging it down her cheek to symbolize a single tear. The cameras were eating it right up. “Please?”
Just as the arena was getting up a chant, Aunt Erica stood up. “Prayikina June Nakiri-Hayama!”
“Oh shit.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the use of P’s full name. Aunt Er
