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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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