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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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