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"Eh. How 'bout that one," Luke mumbled, happening to choose the one on the left, seeing as it was closer to him. He went over to the door and opened it. Inside the walls were adorned with posters of slutty chicks on motorcycles. There were clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor and an IPod home on the desk. There were two beds and August was lounging on one, reading a Playboy.

Well they didn't have to guess whose room this was. In fact, Luke thought, it was actually his room. Or it was going to be.
"Sorry August," Luke mumbled the apology half-heartedly. He really wasn't that sorry but didn't feel like getting in another fight with August unnesecarily.

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Minnie re-entered the kitchen and began helping to put the dishes away.
"Oh you have a boyfriend," Minnie enthused when Hope mentioned him, "What's his name? What's he look like? Is he cute? He's a teenager right? Am I pedophile if I ask if he's hot? Eh cougars are all the rage these days. Tell me anyway."