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Late Nights: Time Of Death
          	12-5-25 at 5:43am
          	
          	Hellooooo and holy shit, you guys—
          	 My guys—
          	 My Readersssss!!
          	
          	First of all… I am genuinely in awe and a little bewildered by y’all. I don’t know how you managed to power through—some of you even re-reading this chaotic, ambitious, barely-housebroken rough draft known as Late Nights.
          	Seriously, like… what the fuck LOL.
          	
          	I’ve been rereading Late Nights myself to reconnect with my characters and the storyline I was starting to lose—probably because I never actually had one to begin with. Rereading it has felt like falling through a wormhole:
          	 • pulling my hair out as I cringe
          	 • cramping from laughing
          	 • picking my jaw up from the smut
          	 • face-palming over grammar oversights
          	
          	 It’s been a journey.
          	
          	I literally don’t deserve you guys. Thank you so, so much for the unconditional love and blind support you’ve given this story. Your comments and read counts? They’re my favorite thing to check.
          	
          	I hope your lives over the past seven years—the fact that it’s been SEVEN is insane—have been full of lessons, blessings, and growth. If anyone wants to share a story or a summary of your last seven years, I’d love to read it.
          	And now, as a reminder of my love—
          	 (sorry, had to slip a little Hamilton humor in there)
          	
          	 I’ve made the executive decision to officially end Late Nights on the unstable little leg it’s been balancing on and start revisions for its rebirth:
          	‘Late Nights: To The Second Power.’
          	
          	Thank you again for hanging ten with me through my first ever piece of writing. Fourteen-year-old me was onto something, and you guys saw it, supported it, reread it, and kept it alive. I can’t thank you enough.
          	
          	But now, at twenty- one, I’m using everything I’ve learned—about life, about writing, about love—to build you a well-deserved, long-overdue, renovated, complete story of Ethan, Ali, and all their late-night sneak-ins.
          	
          	Coming to Wattpad in 2026.
          	
          	Best wishes, 
          	Skylar Jones

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Late Nights: Time Of Death
          12-5-25 at 5:43am
          
          Hellooooo and holy shit, you guys—
           My guys—
           My Readersssss!!
          
          First of all… I am genuinely in awe and a little bewildered by y’all. I don’t know how you managed to power through—some of you even re-reading this chaotic, ambitious, barely-housebroken rough draft known as Late Nights.
          Seriously, like… what the fuck LOL.
          
          I’ve been rereading Late Nights myself to reconnect with my characters and the storyline I was starting to lose—probably because I never actually had one to begin with. Rereading it has felt like falling through a wormhole:
           • pulling my hair out as I cringe
           • cramping from laughing
           • picking my jaw up from the smut
           • face-palming over grammar oversights
          
           It’s been a journey.
          
          I literally don’t deserve you guys. Thank you so, so much for the unconditional love and blind support you’ve given this story. Your comments and read counts? They’re my favorite thing to check.
          
          I hope your lives over the past seven years—the fact that it’s been SEVEN is insane—have been full of lessons, blessings, and growth. If anyone wants to share a story or a summary of your last seven years, I’d love to read it.
          And now, as a reminder of my love—
           (sorry, had to slip a little Hamilton humor in there)
          
           I’ve made the executive decision to officially end Late Nights on the unstable little leg it’s been balancing on and start revisions for its rebirth:
          ‘Late Nights: To The Second Power.’
          
          Thank you again for hanging ten with me through my first ever piece of writing. Fourteen-year-old me was onto something, and you guys saw it, supported it, reread it, and kept it alive. I can’t thank you enough.
          
          But now, at twenty- one, I’m using everything I’ve learned—about life, about writing, about love—to build you a well-deserved, long-overdue, renovated, complete story of Ethan, Ali, and all their late-night sneak-ins.
          
          Coming to Wattpad in 2026.
          
          Best wishes, 
          Skylar Jones