[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	[color=#DB7093]”Aye, yee wish I ‘ad been. I’d drink yee both under,”[/color] I state, my accent thick once more. [color=#DB7093]”I’ve been around for a while. I can turn it on and off,”[/color] I say, sounding ‘American’ again.

	I waved the scissors at them both before climbing the ladder. [color=#DB7093]”I can fix and talk,”[/color] I assure them. 

[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] Notice; [/center]
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	I laugh. [color=#006400]”Don’t worry, Nic. I’ll be gentle,”[/color] I say with a wink. [color=#006400]”Come, I’m sure you have more questions.”[/color]