[center][h1][color=643B46]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=643B46]Location:[/color][/b]  - Chicago, IL
[b][color=643B46]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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Grinning, I give her a mock salute before grabbing a couple more of the packages. [color=643B46]”Do the candles need to be white too? Or a specific type or height?”[/color] I ask as I resume my short person task of looking at the lower shelves. 

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[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] - Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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Finally home, I take a moment to talk with my dad and let him know the news Cass had given me. He breaks down completely, sobbing and thanking her profusely as if she’s there. I sit down to be on his level, resting a hand on his shoulder as he weeps. [color=F0A06B] “She wants to know what time you’d like to be there.”[/color] I say as I reach and grab a box of tissues off an end table. I hand them to my dad, about to cry just from seeing him sob. He nods and blows his nose before he answers me. 

“Can we start at seven? Will that be okay?” I chuckle and nod, already getting a text ready for Cass.

[color=F0A06B][i]Dad wants to know if we can start at 7PM tonight. Will that work?[/i][/color]