[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 
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	I hear someone calling for Nic, and I look over. He still hasn’t let me go as he waves at the girl who was at the funeral. The colour drains from my face as I look at Nic’s girlfriend, and I shove myself away from him.

	[color=#DB7093]”I’m so sorry! We were just hugging,”[/color] I said, wishing I could crawl into a dark hold and go back to the 1700s. Burning alive would be so much easier than this.