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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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