[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Nic's Apartment - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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I fiddle with the bracelet on my wrist, remembering the grin on the kid who gave it to me... And the grief of his parents after he died. [color=F0A06B]"No... But I can try, right? Otherwise there's just a hole where she and my mom used to be and I have no power over anything."[/color] I angrily wipe the stray tears that fall down my cheeks, frustrated at myself for always crying. I heave a big sigh.

[color=F0A06B]"Maybe the two of us need to see therapists."[/color] I say with a small laugh.