[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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	I flop back onto my newly vacated pillow and pinch the bridge of my nose. [color=#DB7093]”That’s more of a conversation to have over drinks. A lot of drinks. And maybe I leave on a plane immediately after,”[/color] I half-joke. I fall silent and stare into the corner where the glowing eyes had been.

	[color=#DB7093]”It has to do with my family. It has to do with why I left Scotland. It’s…. A lot of things.”[/color]