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,:-;†¤&££# themselves. there is a hunger in them #££&¤†;-:,
,:-;†¤&£## and it wants me to shrink. and what ##£&¤†;-:,
,:-;†¤&££# really irks me is that so do i. #££&¤†;-:,
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,,,,:;†††& surface is swirling, like dark &†††;:,,,,
,,,,,:;¤&£ thunderstorms trapped in glass, like £&¤;:,,,,,
,,,,,-†¤&# windows into a smaller world, close to #&¤†-,,,,,
,:-;†¤&£## my body so that it can see clearly ##£&¤†;-:,
,:-;†¤&£## whats in store. ##£&¤†;-:,
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,,,,:;¤¤££ they give me food: prawn-like bugs that ££¤¤;:,,,,
,,,,,:;†¤£ make my tongue curl with satisfaction. £¤†;:,,,,,
,:-;†¤&£## "out of this world", i think, having no ##£&¤†;-:,
,,,:-;†¤£# frame of reference. i eat only two, but #£¤†;-:,,,
,,,,,-††&& the bugs leave me suspiciously &&††-,,,,,
,,,,,::;¤& satisfied. &¤;::,,,,,
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,,,:;;††&# they measure my clothes. "you are going #&††;;:,,,
,,,,-;;†&& to become about half as big", they tell &&†;;-,,,,
,:-;;;;;¤& me, barely controlling themselves with &¤;;;;;-:,
,,,,,,-;¤£ anticipation. £¤;-,,,,,,
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