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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. ####&%/-~.
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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. ###&%/-~..
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..~-/%## 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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