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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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