[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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	[color=#DB7093]”Ya, I should get back and see what sort of shenanigans the cats got into. I don’t usually leave all three unattended.”[/color]

	Caden started to laugh and stood. [color=#006400]”Take pictures. I want to see the state your home is in,”[/color] he teased me. He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Avery.

	I frowned and stuck my tongue out at Caden. [color=#DB7093]”Well, not all of us like living in mausoleums, old man.”[/color] He just grins and winks at me — infuriating man.

	[color=#006400]”If you have any questions, Nic, make sure to write them down in that notebook of yours. If you don’t think they can wait, feel free to call me or Cassiopeia beforehand. Send Cassi the details for the memorial, and we’ll be there.”[/color]