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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 $^:»,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»:^ my body so that it can see clearly ^:»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»: whats in store. :»,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,»: they give me food: prawn-like bugs that :»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»:^ make my tongue curl with satisfaction. ^:»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,»:^$ "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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