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They called it the Size Game.

Lose, and you shrank. Slowly at first—an inch, a half-inch. Your coffee mug felt wider. Your keys seemed unfamiliar in your palm. Lose twice, and your own dog wouldn’t recognize you. Lose three times, and you’d be living under the floorboards, sewing yourself clothes from cotton balls, speaking in a squeak too high for human ears to catch. size game shack

Most folks in Littleton learned to stay away. But every so often, a teenager dared another. Or a farmer, fed up with a bad harvest, thought being bigger might help. Or a lonely woman, tired of being overlooked, thought being smaller might make her disappear for real. They called it the Size Game