,,,^»\*#@# #@#*\»^,,,
,,^»\*#@## ##@#*\»^,,
,^»\*#@### ###@#*\»^,
,,^»\*#@## ##@#*\»^,,
,,,^»\*#@# #@#*\»^,,,
,,,,^»\*#@ 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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