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قصص بقلم Tiril Berg
Litt blod kan vel ikke skade
Jeg trodde det var over.
The one time I took my mask off
I don't like people. And I specially don't like parties. But when I am forced to dress up as a swan on a Hall...
Better to die standing than to liv...
We don't know what await us on the other side. But if you walk over there, standing, and with your chin held...