[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Driving —> Lì Wu’s Service – Chicago, IL 
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	I switch to playing with my [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/01/58/5c01580dcdcaf4fc29095e722796fbac.jpg]hair[/url] on the way to the service, nervously thinking about if I had done everything right with the flowers, and the master, and the white envelopes. We pull up to the service impossibly fast, and I see Nic walking towards us. I feel like I can’t breathe again. Why does he look so good in white?

	I feel Caden’s hand on my leg again, a warm, steadying presence. [color=#006400][i]”Anail,”[/i][/color] he reminds me and I nod. I take a deep breath in and out before I grab my bag and get out of the car.

	I smile at Nic as he approaches. [color=#DB7093]”I brought a dish with envelopes for donations for after the service,”[/color] I say and present the white dish with gold inlay and the white envelopes. [color=#DB7093]”Did everything work out okay with the Master? Caden assured me he was good.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Driving —> Lì Wu’s Service – Chicago, IL
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	Cassiopeia had always been a nervous speaker. She never stopped talking really. I walk around the car and nod to Nic. [color=#006400]”Cass, breathe,”[/color] I remind her, yet again, in English.