Hello and welcome to this story. It won't start just yet, because first I'd like to thank some people (and objects it turns out). I'm sure you understand that.
First of all, dear Jamie. My Geschirrspülmaschine. You are the reason to why this story exists, why it's been continued, and why it's here today. (Perhaps the reason to why I'm here today as well.) You have been the absolute fundament, the supports of this story. Our friendship is built upon this story. You have always come up with ideas when I was about to give up. You have always responded to the story in a way that kept me going. I hope I have done the same to you, when you've written your damn amazing stories. I'm always excited to read the next word in every sentence you write in your stories. I hope you understand how much you mean to me, and to this story.
Second of all, well, now I've run out of people who really knows of this story. Of course there's my Egyptian friend. Thanks for talking to me when I'm bored and have writer's block. Thanks, you idiot.
And then there's my computer, my old one actually. I'm writing this on my new one, but I'd like to thank my old one for surviving those 398.059 letters, which is the 75.311 words you're about to read. Don't worry, it may seem as much, and it is, but I'm sure you can get through it.
It has taken so damn long to write this story, so I really hope you'll like it. And I mean, it has taken like a year or so. Of course I haven't been writing every day, I have school to attend and hobbies to do, but this story has become a part of me. And as the story and the characters grew together with my heart, my style and life have changed. So you'll will probably notice how the story changes with ups and downs, change of writing and all.
At some points the story will be a mirror of the writer.
And dear reader! Thank you for reading this story, or at least attempting to.
Overall I just hope you'll enjoy this story.
Right until the end.
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