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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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