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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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