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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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[color=FFF79A]“I make no promises.”[/color] I tell Avery, but I’ll certainly try not to dig the helmet into his back. We enter the diner and I take a look around curiously. This would be my first time experiencing an ‘American diner’.[color=FFF79A]“Yes please, thank you.”[/color] I answer with a smile. 

I glance over at Avery, wondering why he is choosing this place to eat at today. [color=FFF79A]“Will this be an authentic American diner experience?”[/color] I ask in a low whisper.

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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 frown and take a deep breath. [color=#9B111E]“There’s been a memory trying to surface for the last day or so that I’ve been repressing… I’m not meaning to hide anything from you, I just don’t know who or, or what I’m afraid of.”[/color]

I bury my face in Caden’s chest. [color=#9B111E]“This memory scares me and I know I can’t just keep avoiding it, but I also don’t want to experience it.”[/color]

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[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams - Chicago, IL
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[color=F7941D]”Huh,”[/color] I say, mulling it over in my mind. [color=F7941D]”There was a story my mom used to tell me and Kiki as kids,”[/color] I don’t bother to clarify which Kiki since it feels obvious with the context. [color=F7941D]“Apparently, in ancient China, spiders were referred to as [i]ximu[/i], or happy insects. The story my mom would tell was how a mother who was waiting for her son to return after being gone for awhile would find a spider crawling on her clothes. It wasn’t long after that, that the son arrives.”[/color] 

I lean on the shop’s counter to watch Cass as she organizes the things she’s grabbed. [color=F7941D]“So, spiders were often associated with good news. My mom would threaten to disown us if she caught us killing a spider.”[/color] 

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