[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 smile, holding onto Nic and burying my head in his chest. I’m glad I agreed to a second date as well. Mostly because I was finally letting myself have something, but also because I was getting to know this amazing man and all that made him, Nic.

He released me after someone else walked into the room, and I smiled up at him. I tug on his hand. [color=#DB7093]”Come on, I’m hungry, and I want to see the gift shop before we go.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I chuckle and shift forward on the couch. I set my cup down and picked up the cello Kimiko had been playing. [color=#006400]”You are welcome here for as long as you wish, Kiki. You know that,”[/color] I assure her. 

I was concerned about her waiting around for her mother, though. It just seemed like a set-up for more disappointment. I used to think that was one of the reasons why she had been so destructive. I let my mind drift from that thought, though. 

[color=#006400]”You and Nero seem to be getting along,”[/color] I muse, fiddling with the cello a bit. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House - Pool – Chicago, IL 
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I’m making a final lap when I hear Nero shout…from above? I flip over and stare up in shock as Nero plummets into the pool. I yell, freaking out and swim to the edge.

[b][color=#B0C4DE]”JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A CRACKER JACK BOX!!”[/color][/b] I hold onto the edge of the pool, looking down to make sure Nero’s not dead, but also I’m seething. I pull myself from the pool when I know they are fine.

[color=#B0C4DE]”What the hell was that?!”[/color] I demand from Nero as I stop around looking for a towel. [b][color=#B0C4DE]”WHERE DID ALL THE BLOODY TOWELS GO?!”[/color][/b]