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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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