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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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