[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I look at Nic and get out of the SUV when he opens the door. [color=#DB7093]”You don't always have to open the door for me,”[/color] I say, although I'm pretty sure it was one of those things he was raised to do. I just didn't want him thinking he had to.

I look up at Nic's building, excited to see his place and what Nic was in to.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I chuckle. [color=#B0C4DE]”Don't stop in the middle of a set. It throws your rhythm off,”[/color] I say and look at Kimiko. [color=#B0C4DE]”Better?”[/color]