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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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