Anyone near or within the house could have a clone made of them but clones didn't know that they were clones. Everyone within the house thought that t...ey were real and acted as if they were real people.The real Agnes had spent a week with Belinda and was dropped off somewhere safe where she wouldn't be a slave again. For the rest of her life, she lived happily in a tropical village and had a love affair with a girl there.Agnes shared the same personality with her human counterpart and through. When we arrived and were seated at the table Rory brought up the subject of holidays with my dad."I was wondering sir, if Rebecca and I should fix a date for our summer break with you. The school breaks up towards the end of July and I think we would like to use the cottage in France for the first three weeks in August if that was ok with you?" he queried"I don't see why not," my father said. "I take it you will be keeping up the friendships you made there when you return?" That is part of the. The jailer told Tom that the sheriff was over at the hotel gettin’ breakfast. Tom walked into the hotel dining room and looked around for the sheriff. Spotting him over against the far wall, Tom started that way but was cut off by the hotel manager.“We don’t serve Indians in here. You’ll have to leave immediately.”Tom felt the heat rise in his face as he looked down at the little man, but turned to leave, just as the sheriff yelled to him.“Tom, don’t listen to that little piss ant, come on over. A warm aura was released from the both of us, the other one in this magical web had shown up. Neither had let the other down, or in turn been let down. We hugged tightly, lips locked longingly, tongues cautiously explored.‘Do you want to come to my place?’ I said.‘Yes let’s go.’I was staying in Willesden Green, which at the time was the most happening Kiwi town in London, although I had no idea of this because my brother’s mates hadn’t really invited me out anywhere. Guy’s like Macey and his.