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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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,:=:†§#### made of some strange stone. their ####§†:=:,
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,:=:†§@### 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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,,,,,=††§@ 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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,:=:†§@### to become about half as big", they tell ###@§†:=:,
,:=:†§@### me, barely controlling themselves with ###@§†:=:,
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