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5.2: after we end

i want to thank my sister for reading everything and telling me if it's smooth and sublime. she's a poet, you see, so there's nobody better than her to make things smooth and sublime. and i want to thank my furry babies for loving me when i couldn't love myself. thanking my mama for english lessons, for a stellar laptop, and an unfaltering wifi network. also for being my mama and loving me in spite of our many differences and fall-outs.

now, i want to thank that one friend of mine for whom i began writing this story in the first place. i'm sorry we don't talk anymore, but i hope you get around to reading this all the same. and i hope that it is everything you ever imagined.

and for their continued, unwavering support and encouragement, i wish all the love and happiness to tanya simpson and seth quine. your investment in my silly little story means the world to me. 

finally, i know i listed many of the bands and musicians who continually inspire me and create a soundtrack for everything i do, but they were not the last of them. musicians, what would i ever do without you and the upliftment your sounds give me? i don't wanna know. thank you emo, punk-rock, grunge, garage rock bands for existing and plunging forward in an industry that walks all over you. i will always be in awe of you guys.

so, this is it. this is truly the end. thank you. 

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i know i keep shitting on my story, but it is still my brainchild. go make your own, don't kidnap mine. copyrighted 2021, wooo!