Title: Valgfritt

Text: Help, I'm still at the restaurant. Still sitting in a corner I haunt. Cross-legged in the dim light. They say, "What a sad sight." I, I swear you could hear a hairpin drop. Right when I felt the moment stop. Glass shattered on the white cloth. Everybody moved on. I, I stayed there. Dust collected on my pinned-up hair. They expected me to find somewhere. Some perspective, but I sat and stared. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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