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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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