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Rowan was sleeping- or at least attempting to. He would have already been long gone if it weren’t for the phone that was continuously ringing on the table next to him. He groaned to himself, reaching a hand over and slapping the table blindly until he groped his phone. He blinked against the harsh light, sliding the icon over and answering the cell. It was the fifth time he was being called so he hoped it was something important. “What?” He mumbled, his voice groggy.














