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There's a trail of smoke lifting up through the late night (okay, early morning) darkness from where Ennis' sitting down by the lake.
The bar, and hell, even his room, seems a bit too crowded, and he just can't get used to so many fuckin' people being around. But out here, at this hour, it's quiet, at least, and if he looks up at the stars, it could be any damn sky.
The bar, and hell, even his room, seems a bit too crowded, and he just can't get used to so many fuckin' people being around. But out here, at this hour, it's quiet, at least, and if he looks up at the stars, it could be any damn sky.