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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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I pout. [color=#9B111E]“Curse these tiny things.”[/color] I say to my hands and I try stretching them out more. That causes the cut on my left palm to crack a little and bleed again. I quickly put my palm on my mouth to lick away the blood before it can get on anything while I think over Caden’s words. 

[color=#9B111E]“Which instrument is your favorite to listen to?”[/color] I ask him, curious, my voice slightly muffled by my hand.

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[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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I nod, realizing Cass is right. I straighten and put the towel I used in the back since it was more wet. [color=F7941D]“We can drive with the windows down or blast the head on your feet if you’d like too.”[/color] I offer with a smile before shutting the back door and leading Cass to her seat.

[color=F7941D]“Are you hungry at all? Should we find somewhere to go for lunch?”[/color]

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