[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Art & History Museum – Cary, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I glance over at Nic, his head on the steering wheel. [color=#DB7093]”Are you okay?”[/color] I ask, resting my hand on his back. I hope he’s fine… I really can’t drive.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's Home – Chicago, IL
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[color=#006400]”I have a music room on my side, or we can meet in the sunroom on this side,”[/color] I say, giving her two different options.