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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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