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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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