Title: Valgfritt

Text: I grew up on a farm. We didn't write poetry. We didn't make music. We didn't sculpt statues or paint pictures. I learned arts and crafts technique from books in this prison's library, and I teach them as a volunteer. I don't know what you know. I only know what you are. I can see you're suffering. I can see it's difficult. It might even get worse - but then it's going to get better. You're going to figure out whatever your problem is. (What's your problem?). Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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