Title: Valgfritt

Text: That reminds me of an apprehension I saw in France in the early forties. They had finally found some known criminal and were interrogating him. Something to the effect of: It was you who did the job on the rue de Flandue. No, it wasn't me. She knew your name. It's someone who looks like me and has the same name. She recognized your clothes and hair. He looks like me, has the same name, clothes and hair. How long are we going to keep this up? To the very end. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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