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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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