[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 
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	[color=#DB7093]”I have whiskey,”[/color] I say off-handedly, but I don’t linger. I sigh heavily. [color=#DB7093]”Nic, you just buried your mother today. Could we maybe stick on your life crisis for another day? Some would say you are deflecting your own problems by trying to solve mine.”[/color]