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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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