Mia's offline post from July 2

Stuck in a swedish snaps-song mode, starting with Dave's verse

about Danish cheese, continuing on to sing about the swedish

farmer boy's week, smashing ice from the fridge in hope of getting

it to close. Johan is wearing translusient underwear, Dave is

ignoring swedish lyrics planning tomorrow's trip to the five

villages, and Tobias is bravely struggling on with his work. It's

a very humid night, I'm sweating like a pig and is slightly drunk

from swedig schnapps. It's beautiful here. Truly beautiful. I

don't ever want to leave.



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