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¨¨¨¨¨¨~«:† # $  ¨ # $ ¨ # $ Lying # $ ¨ # $ ¨ # $ ¨ †:«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~«:†$ #   $   ¨    In   My   Room,   #   $   ¨ $†:«~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~«:†$@ # Arms Flopped Over The Edge Of The Bed. @$†:«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨~«:†$@@ #  $  ¨  Something  Poking My Left Hand, @@$†:«~¨¨¨
¨¨~«:†$@@# #     $     ¨      Something      Slimy, #@@$†:«~¨¨
¨~«:†$@@## # $  ¨  Slithering  Around The  Fingers, ##@@$†:«~¨
¨¨~«:†$@@# #   $   ¨   Up   The   Arm.   #   $    ¨ #@@$†:«~¨¨
¨¨¨~«:†$@@ Is  It  Drug-Fueled   Apathy?   #  $   ¨ @@$†:«~¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~«:†$@ #   $   ¨   I   Don'T   Move  The   Arm. @$†:«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~«:†$ #   $    ¨    #    $    ¨    #    $    ¨ $†:«~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~«:† Whatever It Is That'S  Tasting Me, # $ ¨ †:«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~«: It   Moves    Further   Up,   #    $   ¨ :«~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~« Reaches    The    Armpit.    #    $    ¨ «~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~«: I  Turn  My  Head   Toward  It.  #  $  ¨ :«~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~«:† #    $    ¨    Looks   Like    Seagrass. †:«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~«:†$ #   $  ¨   It'S  Kinda  Cute.   #  $   ¨ $†:«~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~«:†$@ #    $    ¨    #    $    ¨   #    $    ¨ @$†:«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨~«:†$@@ # $  ¨ Once  It'S Up  My Neck And  On My @@$†:«~¨¨¨
¨¨~«:†$@@# Face,    I    Bite    It.    #    $    ¨ #@@$†:«~¨¨
¨~«:†$@@## # $ ¨ The  Texture  Is  Like  That Of  A ##@@$†:«~¨
¨¨~«:†$@@# Juicy      #       $       ¨      Grape, #@@$†:«~¨¨
¨¨¨~«:†$@@ # $  ¨ And The Squish Tastes Like  Sweet @@$†:«~¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~«:†$@ #   $    ¨    #    $   ¨   Cucumber.   ¨ @$†:«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~«:†$ #  $ ¨ It'S Very Good. # $ ¨ And I # $ ¨ $†:«~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~«:† Suck   More   Of    It   In.   #   $   ¨ †:«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~«: #    $    ¨    Chew    It.   #    $    ¨ :«~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~« # $ ¨ The Seagrass Doesn'T Seem To Mind. «~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~«: #   $    ¨    #    $    ¨    #    $    ¨ :«~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~«:† $  «  Apathy  Gone,   I  Sit  Up.   $  « †:«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~«:†$ $ «   The Tendrils Are Stuck  Under  $ « $†:«~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~«:†$@ $ « My  Shirt, $ « Entering  By  The Arm @$†:«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨~«:†$@@ And  Exiting Through  The  Collar.  $  « @@$†:«~¨¨¨
¨¨~«:†$@@# $ « This Makes  It Hard For  Me To  Push #@@$†:«~¨¨
¨~«:†$@@## More   Of  It   In   My   Mouth.   $   « ##@@$†:«~¨
¨¨~«:†$@@# $  « I Make To Remove The Shirt, But The #@@$†:«~¨¨
¨¨¨~«:†$@@ Seagrass Finally Protests When I  Try To @@$†:«~¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~«:†$@ Move    My     Left     Arm.     $     « @$†:«~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~«:†$ $  «  So  -   Eating  It  Is  Ok,  $   « $†:«~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~«:† $  «  $ «  Moving It  Is  Not. $  « $  « †:«~¨¨¨¨¨¨
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