Title: Valgfritt

Text: The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. We'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind of car it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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