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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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