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(Thursday. INT: apartment, EB is kicking her way into JH's new bedroom with boxes in her hands)

EB: ...and last but not least, this is your new bedroom.
JH: Finally. My one working arm is killing me.
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JH: Uhh...Ellen... not to nitpick, but the Craigslist posting said this was... um... furnished.
EB: It is. See, curtains, chair...
JH: Yes, but I'm noticing the distinct lack of bed.
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EB: Ah. You're right. What the hell?
JH: So, by definition, this is not, in fact, a bedroom. It is... a room.
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EB: Well, we already cleared out their tiny shampoos and soaps. You wanna go back and steal the mattress?
JH: Nah, it'd be a lot of work. Besides, I already turned in my key.