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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. @##*=*~^..
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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. #@##*=*~^.
..^~*=*##@ @##*=*~^..
...^~*=*## 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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