[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's House – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I smile as I continue to brush their hair. [color=#006400]”That’s okay. I don’t mind.”[/color] I brush through their knots and tangles, ensuring I don’t pull on their hair too much. Once I’m finished, I put everything away and smile at them. [color=#006400]”Okay, now can I play music for you?”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s Home – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I’m crawling into bed when Nic messages me again. Wayland merps and crawls up in between me and my phone. He automatically starts purring, staring at the phone.

	[color=#DB7093][i]Nic, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. There are other things you should be worrying about,[/i][/color] I say. I scratch Waylands head and kiss his fluffyness. [color=#DB7093][i]Wayland says hi.[/i][/color] It amazed me still, even though my cats had an intense knowing that Wayland knew when I was talking to Nic.