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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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