Charlie Hunnam wakes up. He is not alone. A vision stands outlined against the morning sun, and he knows, with sudden clarity: it is the sweater-clad guardian angel of perfectly conceived, sensitive, respectful male characters. 

'I'm not angry,' Raleigh Becket says, very softly. 'I'm just disappointed.'


Charlie Hunnam wakes up.

Charlie Hunnam makes a phone call. 

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