Pure deduction, no brainless antics, no idiots (I honestly don't know what else to say. Just bear with it and give it a read (sob)). There are no fancy words or dazzling chapters, but I wrote all this anyway, stubbornly and on a whim. People don't stop loving things because they grow old; they truly grow old because they stop loving things. And I wish you, my friend, all the best, forever and ever!
