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“Hun var så meget penere i ansiktet og snakket morsommere og var malet og var det de kalte chic, men hun var ikke så meget til det andre, slet ikke så storartet til det andre, det såes på hende, ingen bryster, flat, haha, gikk engang med hatten bak frem for å finde på noget.”

Quote by Knut Hamsun

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Ringen sluttet

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Knut Hamsun
Knut Hamsun

Norwegian author known for his unique literary style and profound psychological descriptions. Hamsun's works often explore themes of loneliness, despair, and the meaning of human existence. His most famous works include 'Hunger' and 'Growth of the Soil'. more

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