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#@%†:~^,,, 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, ,^~:†%@###
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#@%†:~^,,, surface is swirling, like dark ,,,^~:†%@#
@%†:~^,,,, thunderstorms trapped in glass, like ,,,,^~:†%@
#@%†:~^,,, windows into a smaller world, close to ,,,^~:†%@#
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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 ,,,^~:†%@#
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###@%†:~^, the bugs leave me suspiciously ,^~:†%@###
##@%†:~^,, satisfied. ,,^~:†%@##
#@%†:~^,,, ,,,^~:†%@#
@%†:~^,,,, they measure my clothes. "you are going ,,,,^~:†%@
#@%†:~^,,, to become about half as big", they tell ,,,^~:†%@#
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