[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Hindu Temple – Cary, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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Mr. Singh shares some of the story behind the fountain and his family’s involvement. It’s a good story, and I ask if he has any pictures of the stone in question to send to me. I try to assure him that we’ll find the stone. He seems ready to phone the police or the temple, but I tell him we might have a lead already when Nic gives me a look.

[color=#DB7093]”Please, give us a day to find it before you call anyone, Mr. Singh.”[/color] He reluctantly agrees, and I sigh, thanking him before hanging up the phone. A few moments later I got an email with pictures of the stone.

[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]”Like what?”[/color] I asked, confused. I rub my thumbs along their cheeks. Despite the conversation we are having and the reception I had coming home, I’m grateful to have Nero in my arms again. To be touching them again and in their presence.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#B0C4DE]”I did [i]not[/i] scream,”[/color] I said and smoothed down the front of my shirt. [color=#B0C4DE]”And they teleported above my head before cannonballing into the pool.”[/color]