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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. @¨@¨@@@@¨¨
¨@¨¨¨@¨@@@                                          @@@@@¨¨¨@¨
¨@@¨¨@@@¨¨ FOX   BODY   PRESSING  CLOSE.  ITS  EYES ¨¨¨¨¨@¨¨@@
@@¨@¨@¨¨@¨ OPENING  HIS,  ASLEEP  BUT STARING  INTO @¨¨¨¨@@¨@¨
@¨@@@@@¨@@ ITS PUPILS, INTO THE SURFACE OF THE SUN. ¨@¨¨¨@¨@@@
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