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Red.
Ennis blinks his eyes, but it's still there. Red text bleeding on white paper red on the paper on his hands red ink red blood on his hands and he can't breathe can't breathe everything's-
breathe. in and out and in and there's a red phone booth and he leans and dials and her voice is red for a minute he thinks his fingers'll go so tight into the phone that it'll start bleeding.
There are words, so many words, and he can't understand most of them but
the sun's too bright and he staggers out of the phone booth and into the nearest bar looking for something or someone, but it's
too early for that so he sits himself at the bar and drinks until he's
gone.
Red.
Ennis blinks his eyes, but it's still there. Red text bleeding on white paper red on the paper on his hands red ink red blood on his hands and he can't breathe can't breathe everything's-
gone
breathe. in and out and in and there's a red phone booth and he leans and dials and her voice is red for a minute he thinks his fingers'll go so tight into the phone that it'll start bleeding.
There are words, so many words, and he can't understand most of them but
gone
the sun's too bright and he staggers out of the phone booth and into the nearest bar looking for something or someone, but it's
gone
too early for that so he sits himself at the bar and drinks until he's
gone.