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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. @@§§:-,¨¨¨
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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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