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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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