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¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ 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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