Dave. I will never forget the day I graduated college and began to look for a job. You told me to stay home instead, and after a ‘discussion’ (you were the discussing one, I was a bit more… excited) I more or less accepted your insistence that I rewrite Blue Fire. Of course, I doubt you meant *cough* times. But thank you. For reading each version, for being honest, for being patient, for adoring the words I put on the page. Most of all, for taking the babies so Mommy could have her time.
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