Somehow it seems that the author's notes weren't published alongside the chapters, so my announcements weren't read.
In two points:
1) I've been taking a break for two weeks now. I had a week written before I took my break so you only saw one. I think I'll take another week before getting to volume 10.
2) I have a discord. I don't know if all plugs just happened to not ve there or something but here it is:
discord.gg/nave7mrkqd
Now I still need over a 100 words so I'll thank everyone for reading this until now! Love y'all! Fk still missing three.
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