Gina and Geri could never really help having their heads in the clouds since they are, indeed, of the giraffe kind. However, foliage would oft draw them from their dreams for some time to wrap both necks and tongues around a routine more rooted in reality. When, one day, it happened that they could connect to neither swevens nor stems, Gina and Geri, with feelings grum having suddenly come, were left wondering while wandering: Could tall possibly be too small if height merits no bite and steep finds no sleep? Then, Gina noticed Geri, who back noticed Gina, and, simultaneously, they each surmised that, regarding recent size sighs, they would trust neither eyes nor skies, but, rather, only those spots in their hearts that held hope for his amid passing byes ; )
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