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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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