Red Leather on Route 66
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"Rowan means little red one in Gaelic, I'll call you Red". I smile for the first time since Granny died, Red I like that sound of it, I no longer feel like who I was as Rowan. "They call me Bunny" he chuckles then he pulls out a red leather biker jacket from under the table and solemnly hands it to me. It has my new name inscribed on the back, putting it on feels like home, my new home.
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