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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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