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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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