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[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Cass’ Townhouse - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F7941D]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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Fresh out of the shower, I pull on some basketball shorts and run a towel through my hair before I flop onto my bed and check my phone. I reread Cass’ latest message several times, wanting to make sure I understand it before I try to find the right words. [color=F7941D][i]I think I would have let the anger take over me if you and the others hadn’t saved my dad.[/i][/color] I send the message as I contemplate the next thought.

[color=F7941D][i]I’m sure my company wasn’t the best that day we met, but I think I’m beginning to understand why you were so empathetic in how you helped me.[/i][/color] I clench my jaw as my eyes moisten. As much as I love to help others and lend an empathetic earmar, talking about my own dark memories or thoughts is not easy for me.

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