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"Uh?" the blonde girl rolled groggily over on her gray blanket and stared blankly at Renee. "We've got to get out of here, Fran. We've got to make plans for escaping!" Renee felt hysteria gripping her as she realized the blonde girl wasn't responding, just staring blankly at her as if she had a screw loose. Fran's body was a beautiful flash of ivory twisted on the cot. She looked almost languorous, sprawled out with her honey- colored hair spread carelessly under her head. |
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Fran looked, Renee realized with a feeling of dismay stabbing at her heart, as if she had adapted. As if she belonged here in this place and this time! What did she look like herself, though? She stared at the soft, dark skin she got from her French mother and wondered. Did she look like she belonged, too? Could anybody really belong to this?
She searched her soul and the answer frightened her. There was no doubt in her mind. It was "Yes!" An unequivocal, definite yes! Renee stared at Fran with new fear in her eyes. Fran belonged now and the blonde girl couldn't help any longer. It was up to her. For both their sakes. Only ...