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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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