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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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