[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]”Not at the expense of yourself. You’re no good to anyone, including your patients, if you keep pushing yourself all the time. And I swear if you tell me I should follow my own advice I will reach through this phone and smack you. And don’t think I can’t.”[/color] It makes me smile, threatening Nic like that. It’s all in jest, of course, but I’m still smiling.

	[color=#DB7093]”I think I would break a therapist if I started seeing one,”[/color] I joke. I fall silent again. [color=#DB7093]”What makes you happy, Nic? Like truly unbelievably happy. Like so happy your heart hurts?”[/color]