Thank you for the advanced review, SmittyBerlin. As promised, a completely not at all stolen poem written in your honor:


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    Since I need to add some more characters to this text, let me just say thank you to all you lovely readers. Next chapter coming on Monday!


    Still not enough words? Well, guess I''ll paste the poem below:


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    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,


    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a ding,


    As of some one gently beeping, buzzing in my pocket.


    “’Tis some hater,” I muttered, “tapping at my glowing screen—


    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,


    Because their words had forked no lightning they


    Do not go gentle into that good night.


    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


    But lo, behold! A ray of sunshine in the darkness


    O SmittyBerlin, my SmittyBerlin


    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?


    Thou art more lovely and more temperate


    My first advanced review, my first love.


    Vielen Dank, SmittyBerlin, Ihre Bewertung w?rmt mein hertz.


    Tack, SmittyBerlin.


    Sk?l!