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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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