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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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