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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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#@#%*\~.¨¨                                          ¨¨.~\*%#@#
@#%*\~.¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨.~\*%#@
#%*\~.¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨.~\*%#