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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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