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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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