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¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ #   £    ¨   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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