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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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