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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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