,,,,,,~†*$                                          $*†~,,,,,,
,,,,,~†*$§                                          §$*†~,,,,,
,,,,~†*$§@                                          @§$*†~,,,,
,,,~†*$§@#                                          #@§$*†~,,,
,,~†*$§@##                                          ##@§$*†~,,
,,,~†*$§@# # $ , # $ , # $ 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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