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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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