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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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