[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Altitude Chicago Trampoline Park – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	One minute, I’m walking towards the front desk; the next, I’m moving backwards. Nic’s surprisingly strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back towards him. I shift in his arms, facing his chest, and I have to look up to see his face. My entire face turns red with how close we are. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and I look away, embarrassed.

	I put my hand on his chest and tried to push myself away. [color=#DB7093]”Nic…this isn’t right,”[/color] I say, embarrassed.