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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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