Title: Valgfritt

Text: Oh. Tears prick my eyes. That's it? My stomach flips. I am going to be sick. I race to the powder room and make it just in time, depositing my breakfast into the toilet. I sink to the floor of the cubicle and put my head in my hands. Could I be any more miserable? After a while, there's a gentle knock on the door. "Ana?" It's Hannah. "Yes?" "Are you okay?" "I'll be out in a moment." "Boyce Fox is here to see you." Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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