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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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