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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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