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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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