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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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