[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Mansion - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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I scramble to grab my notebook and pen, rushing to take notes of what Caden is saying. When he stands and I finish, I look up. [color=F0A06B]”Is it okay if I take notes?”[/color] I ask him. I feel like I’m missing a piece of this elaborate puzzle as I mull over Caden’s observations. Some childhood memories of conversations with my parents come to mind. [color=F0A06B] “I can remember my parents mentioning how much violence there was in the city when they first moved here. They always said it was a scary time to be here.”[/color] I bite my lip and furrow my brow as I try to remember any other details.