[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#DB7093][I]Then who looks after you?[/I][/color] I send the text immediately without thinking. 

[color=#DB7093]”Shit,”[/color] I sit up in bed and curse again. Wayland retaliates by taking up residence on my pillow. 

I debate on texting Nic back saying something stupid like it was a typo or that's lame. I really don't want to hear about how the mystery girl he was hanging all over looks after him just fine. I groan and flop back onto my new pillow. Wayland doesn't budge.