[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Driving - Cary, IL
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I laugh, shaking my head. [color=F7941D]“You should know I always have one on me.”[/color] I say with a grin. The only time I don’t have one is if I’m not carrying my backpack or the fanny pack with me. It’s a force of habit that I picked up from a young age. My dad would always keep a first aid kit and emergency supplies in the car. I just started carrying around bandages and things in my pockets for awhile before I bought little cases to hold them in. 

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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[color=FFF79A]“Thanks,”[/color] I say, trying to make my voice sound normal when he switches up the set I’m working on. Once again, I focus on trying to implement what he showed me, but once I hear the thwacking of the punching bag, I unconsciously start watching Avery through the mirror again.