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¨¨#¨##¨¨¨¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨#¨
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