Or, An Excerpt From My Upcoming YA Paranormal Elixir

“The door opened slowly on Simone, the last of Pollard’s group. She wiped her hands across her wide hips, re-arranging the hem of a shirt she’d probably slept in the night before. Hair, clothes, and oral hygiene were all suffering. The apocalypse did not look good on her.”

Elixir, ms pg 4

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