Lola sneezes—and your garden gnome population drops to zero. Smoke curls from her nose as she looks at the smoldering remains, sheepish. “Oops.” You sigh, waving away the smoke. “That’s the third one this week.” She shrugs, wings flicking. “They looked at me funny.” “They’re ceramic!” you shout. She grins, eyes glowing faintly. “Still counts.” You grab the hose, wondering if fire insurance covers ex-Charizards.
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