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Woke up by the alarmbell at 6.30.
Quite ordinary.
Had breakfast with Terje and read the paper.
Quite ordinary.
Drove downtown with Terje.
Quite ordinary.
Parked the car and walked towards my office.
Quite ordinary.
Then I met this charming guy, in one of the parks in Trondheim. He blinked to me, he smiled.....
....and all of a sudden I knew that there is nothing called an ordinary day.
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Now I am curious to see what this quite unordinary day has up in its sleeves for me.