Title: Valgfritt

Text: So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line. Hang their things on me, and I will swing 'em dry. You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see, they come to set you free beneath the rising moon. 'Cause you know, I don't do sadness. Not even a little bit, just don't need it in my life, don't want any part of it. I don't do sadness. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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