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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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[color=7bcdc8]"Stop cleaning, Willow."[/color] Rowan moves over to her, stopping her hand. He takes the rag and lifts her chin gently, making her look up at him. [color=7bcdc8]"You aren't my slave.. You don't have to cook or clean ever again if you don't want to."[/color] His voice was soft, reassuring. He wasn't treating her like she was less than nothing to him; which is why he seems insistent on her not doing everything.

His hand cups her cheek gently. [color=7bcdc8]"You're safe now."[/color]