Jahapp. Imorgon ska jag visst träffa Mika? HERRE FACKING GUD?
Vad ska jag säga? "Heelllooo, I was with you on stage at the Amsterdaaaaam concert!" Nej tack. Jag kommer att dö, svimma, flyga.
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gud, du ska veta hur underbart avundsjuk jag är. men i mitt tillstånd och min engelska skulle jag nog inte klara av ett sånt möte, min fucking katt klöste mig i ansiktet idag >.<
SvaraRaderaNejdå det kommer gå jättebra!
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