Title: Valgfritt

Text: I am walking down the aisle of a cake laced with icicle frosting, to meet my waxen newlywed. I am fed up with ramen, sick of microwave dinners in front of a cold stove. I hunger for something sweet and salty, a little adventure for my shrivelled stomach, even if its pungent smile will try to rot out my teeth. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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