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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. ¨§§§¨§§¨§§
¨§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨                                          ¨§¨¨§§¨§§¨
¨§¨§¨¨¨§§¨ Fox   Body  Pressing  Close.  Its   Eyes §§§¨§¨§§¨§
§§§§§¨¨§¨§ Opening  His,  Asleep  But  Staring Into §¨¨§§§§¨§§
¨¨¨¨¨§¨§§§ Its Pupils, Into The Surface Of The Sun. ¨§¨§¨¨¨§§¨
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