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,,,,,,,,,, they tell me: "we are going to shrink ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,, 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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§*~,,,,,,, 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 ,,,~*§¤#@#
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@#¤§*~,,,, they give me food: prawn-like bugs that ,,,,~*§¤#@
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¤§*~,,,,,, "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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