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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. ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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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