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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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