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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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