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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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