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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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