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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He started with tinsel~ because, well, it was shiny. Draped it like ivy, a haphazard garland stuck to bark with stolen gum. The ornaments came next: acorn caps, a button from someone’s coat, a soda tab, and one fragile, forgotten robin’s eggshell balanced precariously on the highest twig. His crowning touch? A popcorn strand, half-eaten, strung with the dedication of a creature who believes snacks improve everything. The tree tilted slightly under the weight of his zeal, but oh!~ how it sparkled in the December sun, a wild, crooked work of art only a squirrel could call perfect.
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