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[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Rowan Kimb[/color][/center][/h2]
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[center][color=7bcdc8]Location:[/color] Rowan's House, Denver CO[/center]
[center][color=7bcdc8]Currently:[/color] [/center]
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Rowan looked over to her from the kitchen counter, putting the top of the lunchbox on the container. [color=7bcdc8]"I hide them for a reason, there's no reason to hide them for you."[/color] He paused, looking back up to her. [color=7bcdc8]"But since you seem to be running away.. that's fine. You can just stay here. I don't need you to clean or cook. I can do it myself."[/color]

He picked up the container and moved over to her. He set a hand on her head gently, ruffling between her ears. [color=7bcdc8]"If you get bored come to the shop. You can just stay in the back and I'll teach you how to prep dough or something."[/color] He started to the front door them. He was already a little late in starting prep, but that was okay.