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,.»;^*#### 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 ###&*^;».,
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,.»;^*&### thunderstorms trapped in glass, like ###&*^;».,
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,.»;^^*&&# my body so that it can see clearly #&&*^^;».,
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,,,,»^^^*& 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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