Title: Valgfritt

Text: My momma raised me a prophet; I play for dollar-incentive, and where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-stupid, I stumble to where she parks when she visits, I grab the bottle and chug it; I see the car in the distance; I know the dark isn't coming for the moment, if I could hold it. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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