[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b]  - Chicago, IL
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I fidget as the thought goes into my head. [i]Why is he trusting me though?[/i] We obviously find each other attractive and comforting, but is that enough against a hundreds-of-years friendship? I decide to keep that line of questioning to myself as I finish my milkshake. 

[color=#9B111E] “So, what kind of clothes are you thinking of for me?”[/color] I ask Caden, curious if he is looking for a specific style or type of clothing. I would trust him though, his style sense was on point. 

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[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Police Station - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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My dad and I trade stories of my mom with each other, soon going into memories of Kiki too. Mom had always worried that the time my sister had spent in hospitals would affect her bright personality, but Kiki was always cheerful and a social butterfly anywhere we would take her. This is the first time we bring up Kiki where my dad doesn’t bring up how I could still go back and get my medical degree, which I’m grateful for. My dad pulls out his phone and starts playing a traditional Chinese song, telling me in Mandarin that this was their first dance at their wedding.