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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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