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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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