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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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