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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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