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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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