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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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