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The light was only just peeking over the horizon when Ennis came outside, a thermos of hot coffee in hand. He set it down and lit a cigarette with his hands, taking the time after to rub them together. Don't matter the time of year, it's damn cold outside at this hour of the morning. The cigarette's only half gone when he reaches the stables, but that don't bother him none, and he puts it out, pocketing it for later. It may be cold out, but it's warm in the stables, and he smiles a bit as he breathes in, warm air and hay and horses all around him. Half an hour gone by and he's sweating, his jacket and such left over by the door with the forgotten thermos of coffee.