Title: Valgfritt

Text: I was a dog at Gettysburg. I trotted near the train and nosed among the officers who kicked me to my pain. A man came by... I could not see. I howled. The light was dim, but when I brushed against his legs, I liked the smell of him. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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