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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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