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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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