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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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