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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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