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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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