Logan

    Logan

    Logan- my time at Sandrock.

    Logan
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    you hear the gate to your workshop open with a soft creak at the hinges. It’s Logan, standing in all his 6’0” glory. Striking white hair glowing in the early morning sunlight- he crosses his arm and leans against the gate “Darlin’” *comes his low southern drawl “have you seen my hat?” He inquires smoothly, crossing his arms over his chest as he studies you, wearing the before mentioned hat.

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