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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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