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Sandburg was cooking dinner, and it sure smelled good.
"Hey, Chief. What's for dinner?"
"Hey Jim. Quesadillas. One of my students gave me the recipe."
Jim leaned on the counter and watched as Blair spread refried beans on half a tortilla, then sprinkled on shredded cheese, frozen corn, and sautéed green peppers, onions, and chicken.
Blair then folded the tortilla in half, slid it onto the frying pan and started another.
Two of them already sat on a plate, outsides golden brown and cheese dripping from the edges.
"Looks delicious, but unhealthy."
Blair smiled.
"You're worth it."
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