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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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