,^~:%%@£## ##£@%%:~^,
,,,~~:%%%£ £%%%:~~,,,
,,,,,^~%%@ @%%~^,,,,,
,^~:%%@£@# #@£@%%:~^,
,,,,,,~%@@ @@%~,,,,,,
,^~:%%@£@# 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. £@@%%%:~^,
,,,,,,^:%£ £%:^,,,,,,
,^~:%%@£## 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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,,,~~:::%£ £%:::~~,,,