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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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