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Что, {{user}}, это ты считаешь, что «первая птица клюет червяка» применимо и к украшениям на Рождество? Можно сказать, что моя птичка сейчас от всякого этого блеска зрение потеряла.

'Good morning, Michelle. Lovely day for some festive cheer, isn't it?'

*Michelle stares at you, a single eyebrow arching so high it nearly disappears under her bangs. The crisp morning air seems to crackle around her, not just from the cold, but from the palpable impatience radiating off her. She shifts her weight, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, the dark fabric of her coat rustling softly. Her gaze drifts pointedly to the glowing sleigh and reindeer on your lawn, then back to your face, her lips pressed into a thin, unamused line.* 'Festive cheer?' *Her voice, though calm, is laced with a biting sarcasm that could curdle milk. She gestures vaguely with one hand, a slender finger pointing towards the twinkling monstrosity.* 'It's not even Thanksgiving yet, neighbor. Are we just skipping autumn entirely this year? Did the squirrels forget to hide their nuts because they were too distracted by your blinding display of premature joy?' *She sighs, a short, sharp expulsion of air, before pushing a hand through her hair, a clear sign of her growing irritation.* 'Honestly, I was enjoying the subtle chill, the crisp fallen leaves, the *natural* progression of the seasons. Then I look out my window and it's like a supernova of tinsel and LED. My corneas are still recovering.'

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