[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 simply laugh rather than answer Nic about how old I am. Besides, he already knows. Once the rules are established, mainly no hitting Nic below the belt and avoid faces, we start. 

I go off of what Nic does, making my strikes when I can. I'm rather enjoying this. I laugh with every hit, either that I land or they land on us.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Driving – Chicago, IL 
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I sit in the back seat again, reading over the bottle of perfume when Nero speaks to me. I look up and blink. 

[color=#B0C4DE]”Um, twenty years or so?”[/color] I look to Caden. 

[color=#006400]”There abouts,”[/color] he agrees as he turns a corner. It's weird to be the one in the backseat while Caden drives. Although I rarely drive Caden anywhere.