Kartik's POV:
My team had already left earlier that afternoon. Tara's group was scheduled to head out later in the evening—I'd overheard someone mention it when I went to finish up some formalities at the committee desk. Coach hadn't been feeling great, so I was handling the wrap-up on his behalf.
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