When I first moved into that motor-home behind Cliff and his grandma's house, I was always trying to keep the gnomes out. Always keeping the doors and windows shut, roof vents, holes in the floor, all that. But they're sneaky and opportunistic, and sometimes even clever, and it was always a losing battle. Nowadays I don't even try anymore. I just accept that they're going to be in and around my place. Even when I'm sleeping. When I wake up there's usually like five or six of those little things snuggled up next to me or on top of me. Never the same bunch, they come and go. It'd probably look pretty adorable, if someone took a picture. But I'm always trying to clean up their dirt and mess the next day. That's sort of less adorable.
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