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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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