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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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.~/
§/~.¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨.~/§
*§/~.¨¨¨¨¨ 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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