[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Park – Chicago, IL 
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Cassi laughed and rested her hand on Nic’s leg. [color=#DB7093]”I never was one for tradition,”[/color] she declared.

She fell silent, thinking about how true that statement was. If she had just listened to her grandmother, to her family, she would be with Caden right now and everyone would be alive still. Or would have been alive for longer.