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The car came to halt as the flickering neon lights of the battered sign flashing 'Interstate 80 MOTEL' illuminated their faces.
" You have got to be kidding me." Harper groaned looking at the motel in disgust. " It's just for now. So get out, go book a room. I'll be out in a second" he said gesturing towards the entrance.
"You're bossy, you know that." Harper scowled before throwing a glance at the teen. " C'mon Rachel, let's go before he drags us out." she said before getting out of the car, Rachel following not far behind.
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Rachel sat crossed legged in front of the old box TV that depicted an episode of Game of Thrones. Harper laid down on the bed as she sprawled her body over the mattress, her eyes once in a while hovered over the tv before squinting with distaste at the old mattered decor of the room. Harper shut her eyes, trying to get a long awaited rest that she had lacked since Dick had uprooted her from her apartment back in Detroit. She heared the door creak open as Dick strolled inside, shrugging on his jacket.
