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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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