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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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