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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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