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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 $%;«~,,,,,
,,,,,,~«;% to become about half as big", they tell %;«~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~«; me, barely controlling themselves with ;«~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~«;% anticipation. %;«~,,,,,,
,,,,,~«;%$ $%;«~,,,,,
,,,,~«;%$# ; #$%;«~,,,,
,,,~«;%$#@ ««« @#$%;«~,,,
,,~«;%$#@# ~~~~~ #@#$%;«~,,
,~«;%$#@## ,,,,,,,, ##@#$%;«~,
,,~«;%$#@# ~~~~~ #@#$%;«~,,
,,,~«;%$#@ ««« @#$%;«~,,,
,,,,~«;%$# ; #$%;«~,,,,
,,,,,~«;%$ $%;«~,,,,,
,,,,,,~«;% %;«~,,,,,,
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,,,,,,~«;% %;«~,,,,,,
,,,,,~«;%$ $%;«~,,,,,