The final part of my time as a blueberry.

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Finally it was my turn to get juiced! The workers rolled me to a big machine that resembled a press. They feed a large hose into my mouth and turned the press on. After many hours of being extensively squished slowly over and over again. Most of the juice was out of me. But I was still quite fat and round. To finish juicing me they fit a large compression suit around me that would inflate around me and squeeze me tightly until every last drop was expelled from my body. Eventually I was mostly back to my normal shape. Though a bit taller, skinnier, and still totally blue. But I was happy to be able to move again. They told me that I could be this way for over a week. And to keep myself well fed to help get my mass back to normal. As I left the facility, I wondered how long it would be before I felt normal again. My body was still sore from being squeezed tight. And the taste of blueberries still lingered too.