The gnome was home. The saying goes that home is wherever you hang your hat. For her it was where ever she placed the gnome. The gnome, with its red hat and smiling eyes, had been through 35 moves in 8 years. She had fought with several roommates about where to put him. They claimed that he should be outside and she always refused claiming that he was the microwave gnome and that was that. The gnome will probably get cancer from the microwave, but he doesn't care – he just keeps on smiling at her. Through the years, it went from being just the gnome to being the gnome and a whole lotta shit. The gnome now kept company with knick knacks, brick a brack, and assorted stuffed animals. But the gnome knows that if there was a fire that he and he alone would be saved. He scoffs at the smiling frog on the windowsill and outright laughs at the stuffed pig on the bed.

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