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- I can't breathe.
- It's just the cold, It said turning the nightnewspaper. It says right here;
Moa Andersdotter R, soon to be 18, can't breathe because of a terrible cold.
So, be careful and do not go near her or you will also stop breathing.
- Are... are you sure?
- Yes.
I started looking for my puls, I started looking for my heartbeats.
- Where are they?
- Where are who?
- My beats.
It sighed.
- The music. The music took them.
I turned my head and looked at the stereo. I looked back at It.
- Are you... are you sure?
- I am. And so it says, right here; Her heart was so confused, 
that her beats lost their rhythm and the music got annoyed
and took them from her for better use.
It looked up at me, I nodded.
- Yeah... I guess... I guess that makes sence.
It nodded.
- It does.

haha du är klockren lilla flicka!

Och vacker, framför allt vacker. både ute och inne <3

Mi principessa, ti amo.

Moa, du är kung!... och drottning på att skriva finfina texter!!

Hoppas du har det bäst i ditt Spanien, jag saknar dig redan, vill bara ha en stor stor Moa-kram!!<3<3<3<3<3<3

Moa, du är kung!... och drottning på att skriva finfina texter!!

Hoppas du har det bäst i ditt Spanien, jag saknar dig redan, vill bara ha en stor stor Moa-kram!!<3<3<3<3<3<3