In a small, small town, on a small, small street, in a small, small house, set behind two very large trees, lived a small, but tall, blonde girl, who, eventually, one day, traveled down a small, small road, over a small, small hill where she came to a halt in front of a small, small house with a very large back yard where there lived a small and short, brunette girl.
The two small, small girls, one blonde, one brunette, came to find they were very much unalike, but as serious as the small and short brunette found life to be, the small, but tall blonde would find the funny. And shortly, soon after, in this small, small town, the small, but tall blonde girl and the small and short brunette girl, two peas in a pod, became “Be Fri” and “Est Ends”.
Inseparable they were, however they differed, as the small and short brunette was cautious and careful, the small, but tall blonde was confident and carefree, her thick skinned bravery revealed a glimmer of curiosity which sparkled in her bright, blue eyes, and in that small, small town she opened the doors to adventure after adventure after adventure.
They would gush over boys, gossip about friends, however, the small and short brunette was very, very over dramatic in her way, which came to annoy the small, but tall blonde, only to soon realize the imagination of the small and short brunette unraveled stories of what could be, the possibility, the plausible, the very, very dreams of tomorrow and they would soon come to find the anecdotes in that small, small town, of the campy, the comical, the real, in the everyday small, small people.
Two peas in a pod, “Be Fri” and “Est Ends”, singing loudly, protesting angrily, laughing completely, judging never, cleverly devising, engaging ideas, captivating the world, their very, very, small, small world until one very blue and humid day, under a cloudy, gray sky, the small and short brunette girl went up and over the small, small hill and down the small, small street to find the small, small house set behind the two very large trees vacant, abandoned, deserted, unoccupied, uninhabited by the small, but tall blonde girl.
Sadly, the small and short brunette girl sat between the two very large trees in front of the small, small house – she had no friend to talk to, no friend to share this dreadful news with, no friend to tell her a joke, there was no small, but tall blonde girl to comfort her on this very, very blue and humid day, under a cloudy, gray sky.
So, alone and on her own, the small and short brunette went back down the small, small street and over the small, small hill where she came to a halt in back of her small, small house in her very large backyard to see the small, but tall blonde girl waiting patiently for the small and short brunette’s return.
The small, but tall blonde girl explained everything sad and unhappy about her family’s move far, far away, that even though they would have to experience their adventures separately, alone and very much on their own, they would write each other about the journey as they would always stay friends, two peas in a pod, “Be Fri” and “Est Ends”.
The small, but tall blonde pulled from her pocket a gold necklace, dangling, a heart shaped charm to which she broke into two handing the “Be, Fri” half to the small and short brunette as it was here, on that very blue and humid day, under a cloudy, gray sky, that although the small and short brunette knew she could no longer walk up and over the small, small hill and down the small, small street, that although the small, small house behind the two very large trees would not be occupied by the small, but tall blonde, that here on that day in back of her small, small house in her very large backyard, the two peas in a pod promised to stay “Be Fri” and “Est Ends” forever.
The two small, small girls, one blonde, one brunette, came to find they were very much unalike, but as serious as the small and short brunette found life to be, the small, but tall blonde would find the funny. And shortly, soon after, in this small, small town, the small, but tall blonde girl and the small and short brunette girl, two peas in a pod, became “Be Fri” and “Est Ends”.
Inseparable they were, however they differed, as the small and short brunette was cautious and careful, the small, but tall blonde was confident and carefree, her thick skinned bravery revealed a glimmer of curiosity which sparkled in her bright, blue eyes, and in that small, small town she opened the doors to adventure after adventure after adventure.
They would gush over boys, gossip about friends, however, the small and short brunette was very, very over dramatic in her way, which came to annoy the small, but tall blonde, only to soon realize the imagination of the small and short brunette unraveled stories of what could be, the possibility, the plausible, the very, very dreams of tomorrow and they would soon come to find the anecdotes in that small, small town, of the campy, the comical, the real, in the everyday small, small people.
Two peas in a pod, “Be Fri” and “Est Ends”, singing loudly, protesting angrily, laughing completely, judging never, cleverly devising, engaging ideas, captivating the world, their very, very, small, small world until one very blue and humid day, under a cloudy, gray sky, the small and short brunette girl went up and over the small, small hill and down the small, small street to find the small, small house set behind the two very large trees vacant, abandoned, deserted, unoccupied, uninhabited by the small, but tall blonde girl.
Sadly, the small and short brunette girl sat between the two very large trees in front of the small, small house – she had no friend to talk to, no friend to share this dreadful news with, no friend to tell her a joke, there was no small, but tall blonde girl to comfort her on this very, very blue and humid day, under a cloudy, gray sky.
So, alone and on her own, the small and short brunette went back down the small, small street and over the small, small hill where she came to a halt in back of her small, small house in her very large backyard to see the small, but tall blonde girl waiting patiently for the small and short brunette’s return.
The small, but tall blonde girl explained everything sad and unhappy about her family’s move far, far away, that even though they would have to experience their adventures separately, alone and very much on their own, they would write each other about the journey as they would always stay friends, two peas in a pod, “Be Fri” and “Est Ends”.
The small, but tall blonde pulled from her pocket a gold necklace, dangling, a heart shaped charm to which she broke into two handing the “Be, Fri” half to the small and short brunette as it was here, on that very blue and humid day, under a cloudy, gray sky, that although the small and short brunette knew she could no longer walk up and over the small, small hill and down the small, small street, that although the small, small house behind the two very large trees would not be occupied by the small, but tall blonde, that here on that day in back of her small, small house in her very large backyard, the two peas in a pod promised to stay “Be Fri” and “Est Ends” forever.
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