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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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