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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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