[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b]  [/center]
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	[color=#006400]”I’ll be thinking of you,”[/color] I replied with a wink of my own. I shut the door with a grin and turned around to get into the shower. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Warehouse Liquors – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	[color=#DB7093]’Oh right!”[/color] I look at the check-out, then at my watch. [color=#DB7093]”We still have some time,”[/color] I say and follow him to the rum section, which is almost a full wall. I look from one end to the other. [color=#DB7093]”Wow.”[/color] I don’t often come to the liquor store. Caden always keeps a well-stocked liquor cabinet for me. Between that and his wine cellar, there isn’t much need for me to go to other liquor stores.