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How now my lonely giraffe? Would you like me to chop down the neck like so? When you're shorter, come up the treehouse yes, come, no fuss it's windy. It's chilly, it's really positively there and believe me, no worries. I'd want nothing more than seeing you as there as my tree and doing nothing, having nothing unwanted. Feel free to come up when your neck's down.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
The Giraffe
How now my lonely giraffe? Would you like me to chop down the neck like so? When you're shorter, come up the treehouse yes, come, no fuss it's windy. It's chilly, it's really positively there and believe me, no worries. I'd want nothing more than seeing you as there as my tree and doing nothing, having nothing unwanted. Feel free to come up when your neck's down.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
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