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#@@%†*-,,, you." i don't quite like the tone in ,,,-*†%@@#
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@%†*-,,,,, 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, ,,,-*†%@@#
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@%†*-,,,,, 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 ,,-*†%@@##
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