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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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