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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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