[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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	Oh, goddess, no. Nic’s text is quickly followed by my phone ringing. Please no. I sniff as I try to wipe the tears away. He’s going to know. Why does he always seem to know?

	Wayland finally moves off the pillow and curls into my laugh. I huff a laugh, but it sounds strained because of my tears. My ringtone starts on its second round of ringing. I’m running out of time. I take a deep breath and sigh, sniffing before swiping up.

[color=#DB7093]”Hi.”[/color]