[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's House – Chicago, IL 
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	Once I reached the library, I didn’t waste any time gathering books and firing up the laptop. Research and writing were something I never shied away from, and when everything moved online, I was unstoppable. Although, there was still something about flipping through a hundred and a three-hundred-year-old text that was exhilarating. Some of the hundred-year-old books I was reading now, I remembered being first published.

	Caden finally joins me and I look up as I’m writing down some notes. [color=#DB7093]”Finally. I was wondering if I was going to have to get headphones to block out the noise,”[/color] I joke, but was half serious.

	Caden grins shamelessly and sits down across from me, pulling a book closer and cracks it open. [color=#006400]”There won’t be need for that. Each room is soundproof.”[/color] He winks at me and I roll my eyes.

	[color=#DB7093]”Shameless,”[/color] I mutter and continue reading.