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A Letter To Readers
Hello!
I am absolutely humbled and astounded that my little work in progress has had nearly 200 views, at the time of writing this chapter. Things have been crazy in my life, and I will resume writing more of this story in the near future.
I would like to take the time to share a little bit about the inspiration for this story. As a trans woman myself, I find that there's so much that has to be said and explored about the relationships of trans folxs and their previous ex's -- so this book serves to explore a little bit more about that dynamic.
Thank you so much, and please keep reading!
Soleil would be ecstatic to know that her little life has been read this many times.
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