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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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