,,,,,^~*†$                                          $†*~^,,,,,
,,,,^~*†$&                                          &$†*~^,,,,
,,,^~*†$&#                                          #&$†*~^,,,
,,^~*†$&##                                          ##&$†*~^,,
,^~*†$&###                                          ###&$†*~^,
,,^~*†$&## # $  , # $ , # $ 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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