,,»/%&###@ @###&%/»,,
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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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,,»/%&#@## / ##@#&%/»,,
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