[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s Apartment - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F7941D]Skills:[/color][/b]
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I try not to let myself be disappointed that Cass doesn’t want to steal my pants, but I figure she’ll eventually steal a hoodie of mine. [color=F7941D]“Do you need me to grab anything while I’m out, dad?”[/color] I ask of him as I grab some sandals to wear, figuring my shoes were probably still damp.

“No, I’m fine.” My dad assures me.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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I peer up at Caden. [color=#9B111E]“So did you or did you not run with bulls?”[/color] I ask.

[color=fff79a]“Maybe.”[/color] Kiki teases and I pout in frustration. This table is tool full of too many cheeky people and there’s only four of us.