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We rolled up our sleeves and got to fixing the meal. Well, one of us, anyway. Remembering the remains of those extra-crispy fries, I stayed away from the actual cooking and got to work cleaning up the room. In a short while the clean kitchen was filled with the aroma of sizzling meat and sauteed vegetables.
Duncan floated in with his nose in the air and a smile on his lips. “That smells delicious!”
“And getting cooked fast,” Chris added as he flipped another steak and dashed some spice on its browned top. “How do the inmates like their meat?”
Duncan’s face fell. “All medium-rare except for Claudia. She’s not having anything.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. “The pain’s still pretty bad, so she doesn’t have much of an appetite.”
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