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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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