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¨##¨#¨#¨#¨ their voices, like they are restraining ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨ 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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¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨ they give me wristbands and anklets, ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨ made of some strange stone. their ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨ 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 ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
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