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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. &***;~,,,,
,:~;*@£### ###£@*;~:,
,:~;*@£### 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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