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Björn is actually bat shit insane and the only part I liked about him was the Swedish representation of his name. My man is fumbling left, right and fucking center. I can’t even fathom how it it’s possible to stumble, loose the ball and stab himself in foot at the same time it’s almost impressive. Erna deserves a Purple Heart and probably a therapist for surviving so long in that hell hole. Ughhhhhh nah gonna be honest I want this to end. Either clear up the misunderstandings and miscommunication or fucking stop it’s annoying, pathetic, drawn out and honestly downright embarrassing. Dear author, wrap it UP. (Said with love (Stockholm syndrome)) but yeah I am also a little desperate, hungry whore for these type of stories so like sue me (I like it).