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Sköpun: 15/11/2010 09:14
Uppfæra: 17/11/2010 05:02
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He was correcting a batch of American Lit themes.
He sat beside her on the bed
They were in the bedroom
Same old stuff. It's all over the country,
She looked up from her ironing.
do you think you should go to work?

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They were in the bedroom

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