Title: Valgfritt

Text: I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die, with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blonde moustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady," they'll say, "The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven." Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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