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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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