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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. #¤**~~,,,,
,,~*%¤¤### ###¤¤%*~,,
,,~~~*%¤## 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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