Alltså.
Jag dör. Åh.
Nejmen, jag drar till Hultsfred.
Jag måste dit. Om jag så ska dit själv.
Jag lovar.
Men ja. Nu vet ni att jag ska dit i alla fall.
JEW. <3
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- This picture.
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1 kommentar:
Jag ska med till Hulti <3<3
/Pipi
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