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[e_delmar]

It's cold, and the wind's howling out there like a sumbitch, and Ennis Del Mar finds himself caught up in the thin sheet, tossing and turning until he's wrapped like a mummy and panicking, a thin sheen of sweat on his face. He cries out and manages to free an arm, punching into the air-


not the air. A person.

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[e_delmar]

Fucked up dream is all Ennis hears as he twists in his bed, blankets tangled around him, and his eyes open only once before he falls back asleep.