I see my own distorted reflection in a thousand brightly coloured spheres. Lights are constantly flashing around me, changing colours, moving, making me feel slightly nauseous. The soothing darkness is pierced by the faint shine from metre upon metre of tinsel in every imaginable colour.
Having a hangover at christmas is very bad. I think the only solution is to keep drinking.
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när du skriver så här blir jag nervös M
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