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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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