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Dale was usually the last to wake up, but this morning was an exception. It was six a.m., and he was going fishing with the guys soon. He sat up, and looked down at the two figures sprawled on either side of him. Nancy’s mouth was open, her blonde hair was a mess, and a puddle of drool had collected on her pillow. John Redcorn had his thumb in his mouth. They were the most beautiful people Dale had ever seen.
He was so glad John Redcorn had decided to “rent Joseph’s old room” after Joseph moved for college.