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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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