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@%†~,,,,,,                                          ,,,,,,~†%@
§@%†~,,,,,                                          ,,,,,~†%@§
#§@%†~,,,,                                          ,,,,~†%@§#
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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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