Thank you, as always, beyond words to my parents, for feeding and loving me while I wrote this weird-ass book. These things are very important, and I appreciate them greatly. It also means I can keep making weird-ass books. <3

Eri, for the amazing story edits and yelling, without which this book would not exist or at least not nearly as good, and the people in it would not be who they are.

Julian, for always understanding what I was going for even when I didn’t quite know. You Get It (™) and that matters more than words.

Lynn for the cheerleading and reassurance that I’m not doing everything wrong. You make me feel like I am in fact doing many things right!

Lyssa for the amazing formatting and interior graphic design. Look at this pretty thing. Look at it.

Claudie and Emery for being the actual best, through every struggle. I wish you 100% less discourse and nonsense, and 100% more rest and creative fulfillment. Also naps.

My awesome Patreon supporters, who saw most of this first, and liked it even in all its initial messy glory. And my also-awesome beta readers and newsletter friends, for wanting to know what weird-ass thing I did next.

Everyone in the word-making community who’s been united by pain and grief and the desire to still, still, still put beautiful things out into the world. I hope we can always remain Friends of Corey.