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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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