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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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