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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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