She was the real Emily, a nice teenage girl that had cared for you before. She looked exactly like the impostor that had beaten and diapered you earlier.
"Hannah, hat are you doing out here? And why are you in a diaper?" The real Emily asked, giving you a warm hug.
"The... there's a fake Emily and some guy named Connor! I tried to play a joke on them and they hit me with a newspaper!" You sobbed.
"Oh, now that's horrible! Let's see what's going on here." Real Emily said.
Real Emily picked you up and carried you home like a baby. You felt warm and secure in her arms, even though you were a bit big to be carried around like this. Soon, she reached your house and set you down. She rang the doorbell and Fake Emily answered. It was uncanny, the two teenagers looked exactly alike, every blemish on her skin, every piece of clothing, every hair on her head was exactly the same.
"Oh, you brought back our baby. Thanks!" Fake Emily said, reaching for you.
"Hey! Not so fast! What's the big idea here! You can't go around pretending to be me and beating kids with newspapers!" Real Emily said.
Fake Emily noticed that it was Real Emily, her exact replica, staring back at her. Real Emily pushed her way inside. She found...
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