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Beach to Beach
“Isabelle?” The blonde blinked as fingers snapped in front of her face. That was her name, she remembered now. Isabelle Shaw, called ‘Izzy’ by those who knew her.
A girl, brunette who couldn’t be older than twenty one, was looking at her with concern. “You all right?” Izzy stared at her, trying to remember where she knew the other woman from. There was an inkling in the back of her mind that she should know the brunette, but nothing was registering.
( From Lincoln Park to Fort Taylor )
A girl, brunette who couldn’t be older than twenty one, was looking at her with concern. “You all right?” Izzy stared at her, trying to remember where she knew the other woman from. There was an inkling in the back of her mind that she should know the brunette, but nothing was registering.
( From Lincoln Park to Fort Taylor )