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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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