Title: Valgfritt

Text: This getting old is getting old. I often find myself here thinking about the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking. It's crazy here without you. I used to think this all was ours. We'd stay up late, debate on how we'd find our way. Say it's "all up in the stars." Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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