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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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