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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. ,,,,,,,,,,
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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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,,,,,^~\*% \ %*\~^,,,,,
,,,,^~\*%£ ~~~ £%*\~^,,,,
,,,^~\*%£# ^^^^^ #£%*\~^,,,
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