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Epilogue: Ethereal
DramaQueenI'm sad, crying a little even. I'll miss Andre and Clara and all the characters who were created in the course of this journey, including you, whose motivation was the reason I picked up my phone each day, your reviews and comments and the financial contribution... These four months were ethereal for me, and it hurts to end this story or make long speeches. Thank you. My wish is that I see you in a few months' time when the muses speak to me again. Adieu, I do love you, 'all of you.' Special thanks to my editor, Lyra Pinter. Thank you, lovelies.
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