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| Read at your own risk! This story might cause blindness, impotence, or possible birth defects in all your future children. The author of this story will not be held accountable for any and all corruption it might cause to those younger than herself. Well, and those older than her. Unless they�re tall, blonde, male and answer to the name �Nick�. Then I�ll be held accountable for his corruption and shall pay particular attention in corrupting him further - but in person. Actually, Nick lives in my attic and Brian comes and goes as he pleases. The other three� I think they�re scared of me. Currently Nick is tied to my bed and his two clones are running around pretending to be him. It�s great. No, seriously� my disclaimer - I started this story almost four years ago. Summer of 1999. That�s why it starts out with the Dallas Stars winning the Stanley Cup. The entire concept of this story came to me very late that same night after I came home from partying with drunks at a sports bar. At the time I was at a particularly morbid part of my life and I wrote up to chapter five of part one (some where around there) over the next school year. Due to some� not so good circumstances this particular story didn�t grow much further over my sophomore and junior years in high school. Then I picked it up last summer and wrote. And wrote. I managed to finish up part two by the time September came around. Then I started on Cheese II: �Let Go� because I was being threatened by rabid monkeys (a.k.a. my friends). Since Christmas, I�ve been writing my ass off on this. Or at least trying to. My goal is to finish this by the time I get my diploma on June 1st, 2003. If it actually happens� it�ll be a miracle. I�ve never written anything this long. I�ve never even attempted to write something this long. Even though it�s nothing in comparison to some of the great, very lengthy fanfics out there (i.e. Oreos for Breakfast - which I fucking LOVE!), it�s an accomplishment for me. The writing sucks at the beginning - very soap opera-ish - but I didn�t want to change it because that�s how I wanted it to be written at the time. Hopefully as you read, you�ll see a progression in my writing. Hopefully a positive progression. If not, please email me and tell me I suck and I�ll try harder next time. Promise. As for the standard things so I avoid hate mail: I don�t know the Backstreet Boys though I have a tendency to have long conversations where I pretend I do. I wish no harm on any of the guys or their families. I don�t have a clue if Nick has ever messed around with drugs. None of this every happened. If you think otherwise� um..., **steps away from the computer** please don�t� hurt� me. **runs away** OH! One more thing� it�s mostly R. Around part three and four you�ll see why. |
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