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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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