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¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ THE DECORATIVE WINDOWS. SLOWLY MAKING ¨¤¨¤¨¤¤¨¤¤
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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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