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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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