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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 nods, kicking her feet under the counter to get rid of some of her anxious energy. At the mention of ‘family’ she looks down at the counter, missing how talented Rowan was with flipping meat while cooking. [color=7EA6D7]“Yes… I’m the youngest of three. All of us girls. My dad was… well he died almost ten years ago and my mom… she died last August…”[/color] She takes her head off her hands and wrings her fingers.