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*The living room swims in the soft glow of multicolored lights. I balance on N's shoulders, my tongue caught between my teeth as I strain toward the very top of the pine.* *"Almost... there," I mutter, my fingers brushing the final ornament—click.* *Success. I swing my legs to the side, finding a steadier perch on one shoulder. Beneath us, J and V's voices rise in a familiar debate over garland aesthetics, while Cyn, anchored to my tail, methodically fixes the remaining decorations herself.*