Quite an unusual dedication, but I dedicate this book to a feeling.

That feeling of being in need of something or of being hurt, but not acknowledging it. Even when everyone else seems to know. Even when others want to help you - you still think that you're better off on your own.

When perhaps, what you truly need to admit is that you're better off without this feeling altogether.

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I also want to deeply thank all the readers of Carmine Streak, who showed their support again and again, and to whom I dedicate another weird, complicated story.