Title: Valgfritt

Text: He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxome foe he sought, and rested he by the tumtum tree and stood a while in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, the jabberwock with eyes aflame came whiffling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it came. One two, one two, and through, and through. The vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left it dead and with its head he went gallumphing back. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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