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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Rowan’s House - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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Willow makes a face as Rowan beats her to cleaning up, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as he takes care of everything. [color=7EA6D7]“I could have done that.”[/color] She mumbles with a frown. She’s tempted to threaten him about his measuring spoons again, but refrains. He has yet to ask her more about Grant, or the Beowulf’s, or really anything since the close encounter at the bakery. Has he forgotten? Willow grabs a cloth and wets it so she can at least wipe down the table if nothing else.