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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. #.#.#.#.##
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.#.#.#..#. $   ~  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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