Giant gnome!
We had gnomes on my lawn when I was a kid. Mom thought they were cute, and dad was indifferent. Not me, though, because I knew what those things were up to. I watched them from my bedroom window at night, when everybody else in the house was asleep … and the gnomes thought I was too, because I could see them switching positions. So we’d get up in the morning and everybody noticed that the one with the red hat was now standing where the one with the blue hat was yesterday - but nobody said a thing. It created a rift, a silence, which in time would tear our family apart. I hate those damned gnomes.
Also, hello ladies!
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