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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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