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@@@¨¨¨¨@@¨ INSIDE  ON  THE   FLOOR,   TWO   GLOWING ¨¨@@@¨¨@@@
@@¨¨@@¨¨¨¨ SQUARES OF SUNLIGHT FLOODING  IN THROUGH ¨¨¨@¨¨¨¨@@
@¨¨¨¨¨¨@@¨ THE  DECORATIVE  WINDOWS. SLOWLY  MAKING @@¨¨¨@@¨¨@
¨¨@@@@¨¨¨¨ THEIR WAY ACROSS  THE  ROOM,  EVENTUALLY ¨¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨¨
@¨¨@@¨¨@@@ COMING ACROSS  HIS  BODY.  LIKE TWO ARMS @@¨¨¨@@@@@
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨@@ REACHING  HIS STOMACH, AND THEN INTO HIS @¨¨@¨¨@@@@
¨@@@@@@¨¨¨ RIBCAGE,   GRIPPING   SOMETHING   THERE. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨@@¨
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@¨¨@@¨¨¨¨¨ FOX  BODY  PRESSING   CLOSE.  ITS   EYES @@@@@¨¨@@@
¨¨¨¨¨¨@@@@ OPENING  HIS, ASLEEP  BUT  STARING  INTO ¨@@@¨¨¨¨@@
¨@@@@¨¨@@¨ ITS PUPILS, INTO THE SURFACE OF THE SUN. ¨¨@¨¨@@¨¨¨
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