Hi.
I'b hawingk a gold, dot weelingk doo well. Bud you kdow, life goez od, godda go to work doborrow adyway...
How did ABBA cope wid golds, headachez add oder discobford? Dey were odly huban after all...
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oh. oh. Agnetha, I can't move my leg anymore!
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ouchie! My back hurts! Any handsome doctors around?
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