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||BOOK THREE in the Infernal Chronicles Series||
First Edition, Un-Edited
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Once upon a time, on an island far, far away, Angie Frost and her companions are on a dangerous journey to rescue one of their own from...
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‧₊˚✧ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ ᴄɪᴛʏ ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴀᴅᴇ✧˚₊‧
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"If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go
For If They Return
They Were Always Yours
And If They Don't, They Never Were."
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𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆
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Angie Frost retrieved her lipstick from the bathroom vanity as she hummed along to the radio. She stopped briefly as she began to apply the dark red lipstick in clean swipes, the nearby clock switching to the next minute: 8:15
She puckered her lips and popped them slightly as she returned the lipstick to the place where she had it originally. Angie then grabbed her curling iron and began to twist it around her shoulder length hair. Once she was done, she pinned part of her hair on the right side, curling the shorter piece that fell in front of the pin.
Angie set her curling iron down, adjusted the zipper on her knee length dark red dress, and slid on her heels. She checked her appearance once more before leaving the bathroom and heading into the living room.
