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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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