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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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