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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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