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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. #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#                                          ¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ FOX  BODY  PRESSING   CLOSE.   ITS  EYES ¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨ OPENING  HIS,  ASLEEP BUT  STARING  INTO ¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨ ITS PUPILS, INTO THE SURFACE OF THE SUN. ¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨
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