Title: Valgfritt

Text: My God. I can't even sit down to lunch with a man anymore and hold up my end of a decent conversation. I either get so bored or so goddam preachy that if the son of a bitch had any sense, he'd break his chair over my head. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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