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Vi gik hen til isboden, men du faldt over kantstenen. Den søde dreng.......
HER KOMMER DIR FØRSTE VALG...
den søde dreng der stod i isboden så det.. Gå til kap 11
Den søde dreng der stod i isboden så det ikke.. Gå til kap 14
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PS. Denne bog burde ikke læses af mindre årige, da der er anstødeligt sprogbrug Med i historien.
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