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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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