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"Text to the Skill I Bröllopsgården. Wedding is a magical word that never makes it wrong to make a powerful impression on the senses, insanity on the young minds, at least on those who count towards the mature youth, but also elderly, both married and unmarried, usually enter into a great place for marital associations, insanity about the anxiety associated with some romantic history, or with particularly remarkable economic relationship, which made a genuine union’s conclusion a plaintiff When it became known in the village that the kingdom of rush-keeper Måns Kristoffersson at N = 11, finally given with him regarding his only daughter Sidsel’s engagement with in his own farm the hunting trough Mårten Rask, the son of the raiding dragon Ola Rask. That hard nappa day was required for Sidsel and her mother Cilluv Måns Kristoffer, to get the second and girige Måns to give their consent to their only child’s engagement with the torpar son, no one knew better than they themselves, but possibly Kjersti Ola Pers, commonly referred to as a gallop cite; because of her striking speed to move from farm to farm in the village, when the latest news, which she knows in an inexorable way, At the moment, the gallop was on the run on behalf of the twentieth when she was interred by the village’s blacksmith Per Wassberg, commonly known as “Per sme,” he was known for his biting sarcasms and was therefore widely feared for his mouthfulness, and even the gallop cunt went out of the way for the blacksmith, since he had at one point thoroughly executed her moralic mennic for her poisonous tongue. Reach Kistena little va ha du for nyheder i da in stock, in ditta velsinate fir vär måtte di vel ha hent noged extra that may be worth snacking about ette as du e ude, and Per sme plirade so tenuously ferocious and meaning and thus he made eloquent gesture to the point where Måns Kristoffer’s farm was situated. Ak no! you Per spileful, you don’t have to jåra di te mä å spe å skins kanere en ärbar å Amennia, å di ska sia di Pär, ad Kistena Ola Pärs vid nock had hum for the po tongue ought to humma å borte, å farvel me di, ja ids not snack me en sånen en en en belsebub avkom like you, and thus she set off the farten and did not stop sooner than she had reached Ola Måns taotaport, she had nilily used to ever walk the usual In the yard, no one was visible and the kitchen door was open and in the sterset Elna Ola Måns roomed to brew drinking to the people of the harvest, it was a lot of this good now in the falling heat. Gussfre greeted the kitta and neg as neatly as a reading dish in front of his soul-eagle, gussfre i gin sa Elna, ä du ude å r år kistena, velkommfrja dig sia, å siddner, you have vel not so hurry so you can vente lid å drikkja a cup about a stong, yes shall ginast put pits on, Ola å folked komminte inu a couple tima, so we have time snack lid. Hont ed, have you heard node hont di blär ti, s Kristoffer mä tösen their å raskens bag? Ah, yes have jo heard lid å di auo sjelfvaste Cillu Månsa, you can ha ekja di, now have the prost sel sounded si i ed, å etter va Cillu said yesterday so shall di nock bö aou imellom Mårten å sidsela, Cillu sa ad Måns fickj bå ifrå förståst om och och förstådet, for han, the prosten had noged mied the weight he wanted to snack me hom about.