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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Diner - Chicago, IL
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We spend the rest of the meal in silence, which is perfectly fine with me. I thought the two of us were finally making some progress, but I guess I was wrong. Once I finish my food and let the waitress know I don’t want any more of the coffee, I finally look over at Avery again. 

[color=FFF79A]“I can walk home or call a cab.”[/color] I offer, not really wanting to be in close proximity with him again. She would probably end up losing her clothes since she couldn’t carry them with her as a fox, but it’s okay. She can afford it.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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When I’ve finally calmed down, I slowly un curl from the fetal position I’ve been in and smile at Caden. I can’t believe how absolutely lucky I am. [color=#9B111E]“Should I shower again? I probably smell after using that much power.[/color] It’s an attempt to ease the tension, but I also worry that I might actually smell like sulphur. 

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[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] White Man Place - Chicago, IL
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I squeeze her hand a couple of times as we walk up to the building before I let go. A little bell goes off as we step inside. There’s photos showcasing projects the man has taken on. Someone comes out from a room tucked away behind a counter and greets us. 

I step up to the counter. [color=F7941D] “My name is Wei Wu, I had called yesterday about a family heirloom that needed some renovation. I spoke to a Mr. Scott. Is he here/“[/color] I ask, eying the man before me. He was of average height and somewhat fit body, but the sun damage and wrinkles on his skin gave away his age. 

“That’s me. Glad you could make it.” He says.

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