[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I look at the place on Nic's phone, flipping back and forth. [color=#DB7093]”An hour?”[/color] I muse and slid Nic's phone back to him. [color=#DB7093]”Do the buses run that far out?”[/color] I only ever bused where I needed to go, or Caden drove me around.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] The Bear – Chicago, IL
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[color=#006400]”Um, the last time I saw you!”[/color] I said with a laugh. [color=#006400]”Remember? We drank all that wine and you set that abandoned building on fire because you swore you knew this trick that could narrow the direction of your flame. You nearly set the block on fire.”[/color]