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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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