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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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