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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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