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.@.@.@..@. ribcage,   gripping   something   there. @.@..@..@.
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.@.@.@..@. fox  body   pressing   close.  its  eyes @.@..@..@.
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.@.@.@..@. its pupils, into the surface of the sun. @.@..@..@.
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