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Down time can be just fine, playing bangers from the 90s.

Tea break.

Lunch break.

Maybe listen to the outbreak.

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He called her red after the color of her hair, but it wasn't her real name.

No one seemed to know what that was or care all that much.

Or where she was from or where she was going, though you could have said the same thing for almost any of them.

When she first arrived, Del asked her a couple of times what they should call her, but she just shook her head like she was trying to rid herself of a bothersome fly, and he let it go.

He figured she wanted her privacy, which was fine by him.

People didn't end up here by winning a popularity contest.

It was only after a week that Jackie P filled him in, having figured it out first.

The issue wasn't Red's name.

It was the fact that she couldn't or wouldn't talk.

Dell put her late teens early 20s.

Little thing favoring bright cotton dresses and leggings, even out here.

Occasionally she'd wear her lone sweatshirt, Talladega across the chest, if the nights grew cool.

Pale skin, thin cheeks sprayed with freckles, curly hair, the color of bricks after rain,

that she kept short with a pair of pinking shears.

Little thing, but not exactly a shrinking violet. He watched her march into the camp one day with a pair of pinking shears. Little thing, but not exactly a shrinking violet.

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