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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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