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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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