I never thought I'd be at this stage in my life, writing a novel. Yet, here I am. It's weird. My life is only 29% over (assuming an eighty year life span), yet it feels like so much I've lived a lifetime already.

This book isn't going to be about me. It can't be. It'll be about someone like me, who looks like me, dresses like me, acts like me and talks like me...but it's not me. I'm different. I was never this crazy.

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