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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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