Listen, I've uh... never told anyone this before, but I've always felt like I could really talk to you. My... father was a gnome. I mean he was really big for a gnome. Anyway, before he got planted in someone's garden, when me and my sister were little, he would drink. We would find him crying, always telling us not to be a thief like him. It was tough. Anyway that's just between you and me. Good talk.
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