Going about my business on a quick walk one gloriously sunny afternoon, I was approached by a rather elderly gnome who held out his tiny palms, no doubt for some change. Knowing full well the alcoholic tendencies of gnomes and taking note of the beer distributor immediately to my right, I eyed the miniscule man suspiciously and shouted, "No, Gnome!" and kicked the little fella in the rear, refusing to support such vile acts of indulgence. As the creature bounced down the cobblestone road, I brushed my hands together in satisfaction. Suffice to say, he never peddled this corner again.
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