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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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