It doesn’t matter if she’s a clone... She's still Isabelle.
“I’m starving, let’s hustle,” Isabelle declared.
George hoisted her up, grinning. “Got it.”
The pair made their way back to the hotel, grabbed a bite, then resumed their journey. The rain, unyielding for days, showed no signs of abating.
Having just secured new accommodations after relocating across town, they’d spent two days holed up in the hotel, hoping for a break in the weather.
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