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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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