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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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