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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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