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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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