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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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