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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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