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¨:«\*@&@@# #@@&@*\«:¨
¨:«\*@&@@@ @@@&@*\«:¨
¨:«\@&@@## ##@@&@\«:¨
¨:«\*@&@@# they tell me: "we are going to shrink #@@&@*\«:¨
¨:«\*@&@## you." i don't quite like the tone in ##@&@*\«:¨
¨¨¨:\\*&@@ 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. ##@&@*\«:¨
¨:«\*@&@@# #@@&@*\«:¨
¨:«\*@&&@@ 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. @@*«¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨«\*&@@ @@&*\«¨¨¨¨
¨:«\*@&@@# 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. &***\\«¨¨¨
¨:«\*@&@@# #@@&@*\«:¨
¨:\*@&@@## 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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¨:«\*@&@@# ::::: #@@&@*\«:¨
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