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- Appearance matters
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- Translation
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- No melanoma
- Lamp disappointment
- Another broken window
- Sunny Zürich
- Stilletos
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- Manuals
- I should think before I talk
- New window
- When it's time to exit
- My last will
- No cats yet
- Good luck Bro
- Hot hot hot
- I'm a compulsive blogger
- Toilet paper
- Attention uniforms!
- 50% new windows
- Blogspot fucked up
- One happy guy
- Friend or foe
- A hat
- The rock or the hard place
- Phone and computer
- Friendship
- Clean sheets
- Friday night in Zürich
- Cruising
- A good laugh prolongs life
- Figs they are a'comin
- Fig tree
- These birds are no longer
- Thank you
- Exit Dignitas
- Shoes
- Cancer league
- Azerbaijan
- Out of order
- Me the bartender IV
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- Krebsliga
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- An almost one-legged friend
- Oh my god
- Construction workers
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- Oh darn!
- Bad hair day?
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- Stop the upgrades!
- Flat taking shape
- Mother tongue
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- A woman or a wimp
- Animal update
- On holiday in less than 30 mins
- Swiss English
- Züri-Sack
- Too much stuff
- Porcelain flower
- A gigantic cupcake
- Joke
- I really don't want to
- One of a kind
- Die Annika rockin'
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