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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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