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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. ##¶&@†\~~.
..~~\†@&¶# #¶&@†\~~..
.~~\†@&¶## 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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..~~\†@&¶# ~~~ #¶&@†\~~..
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