[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Mansion - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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I nod as she talks, impressed with her gardening skills. Citrus trees are hard to grow even from a sapling, but she did it with just the seeds. Hearing her talk to the plants made me almost grin. [i]I’m not the only one who coos to their plants.[/i] Following her instructions, I open the drawers to find some scissors. I walk over to where she is on the ladder, using one hand to steady it and the other to offer the tool to her. [color=F0A06B]”What language is that, by the way?”[/color] I ask. She’s beautifully in her element and I’m able to momentarily forget why I came here tonight.